My life is like a scrambled Rubik's Cube. No matter how much I twist and turn it, the colors always seem to clash. Sometimes the colors are so erratic and detached, that it seems like the little squares will never merge together to create a solid color. Other times it feels like the colors will finally match, but there is always that one little square that doesn't fit. But then I think: why would I want my life to be one perfect color? My life is so many colors. I'll make it through the clamorous colors that disagree, and glide smoothly over the colors that concur. My life isn't perfect, just like a scrambled Rubik's Cube.