Life often seems like a puzzle where you do not have enough pieces to complete it, or you may have enough pieces, but you do not have a clue where certain pieces will possibly fit. You cannot see the unity of your life and therefore you do not know where each piece should go. The Preacher also struggles with this problem in Ecclesiastes 3:1–22.
1 Il y a un temps pour tout, un temps pour toute chose sous les cieux: