"How could you live and have no story to tell?"

When I was young, much much younger, Among many fond memories I have is how good my dad was with Rubik's Cube. Yeah that toy, got six colour coded faces and we shuffle them thus mixing up the colours. For the puzzle to be solved, each face must be returned to consisting of one colour. He was good, and I was bad I still am. :P

I know the reason why. He used to dare ruining a perfectly done side in order to get other sides done where as me, I fix a side and couldn't move ahead because moving ahead means messing it up. One has to look at the bigger picture and the bigger picture is to look beyond fixing one side and move ahead to solve the cube.

With whatever little adventure i had in my little lived life, I can say 'taking every day as it comes' is no fun. The fun is to aim the sun, the stars and chase them. The fun is to take a chance, make mistake, get lost, laugh at it and at yourself and then take a new turn. In short, its about moving on and never stop.

So even if you have solved the puzzle, you are suppose to pick, shuffle it up again. Every time you shuffle, you'll find a new way to solve it. And some of you might never be able to solve it like me but you cant help but keep trying. That's what the puzzles made for. If they are fixed and placed safe in a shelf, they are just another show piece.