Digging into the archives of my memory I found a box. A box filled with all sorts of interesting memories, some made me happy and some sad. Right there in the corner of the box I found a puzzle. Yes, the puzzle everyone calls "Life". I felt a strong urge to pick it up and solve it. However, as on numerous earlier occasions I wasn't able to give it a right start. An urge to untangle my life, so strong that it hurts. A strange feeling that encompasses me, pulls me down and crushes me. An anxiety to free myself from the shackles. I know life is beautiful but those moments always seem to run ahead in time.