I wish I knew how to say what I thought before it happened solved and simple the back of my mind in a file cabinet in a garage somewhere
Haley Ameral
There was a problem. It was there, before me. I had to do something about it. As I clutched the Rubik’s Cube in my hand, there was only one thing I could do. Quickly turning the cubes sides… it was solved.
Jeanette
Problem solving is to adaptation as orgasm is to hearing a choir of angels sing in your mind. It’s that hallelujah moment when “La Luz”, well, she shines like mega watt lightbulb.
Or in other words, it’s all in the way you jiggle the skeleton key into the stubborn lock. Click, click, pop!
And as a genuine lock pick, I rejoice when I come across a pattern that requires great effort to navigate. Without the latter there can be no “great reward.” And there’s nothing like a mountain full “reward” to inspire “great motivation.” So I say: ¡Viva la soluciones!
I solved the issue of the misfit life, the problems in my mind that hounded me daily. I can see the bigger picture now, clear as the bright blue sky on a warm summer day. Writing is easier now, more than it’s ever been, despite having to leave a few pieces of me in the past.
hot water fall first in the black window of my house
Brigitte
I have solved the problem! Or haven’t I? I can’t even think about math right now. I am awful at math. There are so many problems to be solved. Problems that aren’t even math… problems that don’t even HAVE solutions. Like, family problems, relationship problems. And we may not ever solve them. Solved? How do we truly know when something is resolved, solved, completed?
Sarah
i thought my problems were solved when i met you. you were sweet, interesting, and most of all, you seemed interested in me! but nothing is solved by someone else. obviously i can’t look to you to solve my problems.
lisa
it continues on and on
maybe some day
i wont have to keep fixing every ones mistakes
solved is how i would like this puzzle to be. i want it to be complete. i want the pieces to fit nicely together with everyone resulting with smiles. for laughs and for smiles. solved would be us together. solved would be me as esquire. solved would be me happy and know that God has seen his plan through. I have followed the right path.
Su
Finally, after long hours of strenuous study, I had it solved. The key to all of my problems. And the world’s. The answer was love.
the problem that was solved was a major achievement for all those involved.
It was a good thing that a number of people worked together work together since the problem was difficult.
Jake
i solved the puzzle as quickly as i could, the timer was running out as i was running out of options. it was ticking away and i was drawing a blank .
Niome
Skipping down the street with her new jumprope, Marcie was counting not only the number of times skipped, but the number of times she wished Jimmie Wilkins to fall out of the old oak tree for pulling on her pigtails and throwing her book bag into a garbage can. She wanted him to hurt the way she hurt. As she skipped down the middle of the street, she never saw the out-of-control tractor-trailer that mowed her over. Tragic, yes, but Jimmie’s stalker problem was solved before it started.
i had a problem ,and didn’t know what to do, then i did. it was…..solved
tim salmon
It wasn’t probable. It didn’t even make sense. The jarbled mess of letters and numbers (he was sure some of them were symbols in a foreign language) swam before his eyes. There was no way he would be able to make sense of the equation, let alone solve it completely, in the time left before the exam was over. He was going to fail.
Rebecca Webber
i had a problem ,and didn’t know what to do, then i did. it was…..
tim salmon
A problem comes up, and you just have to do something about it. So the real question becomes whether or not you should kill it or obliterate it, or let it walk around and stir it in your mind. Is it worth solving? Or is there more potential in allowing it to be free? You can just sit back and watch, to see what the rest do. That way, you won’t make a mistake in discovering whether or not they will miss it.
Andrew
I have never solved this problem, Life, love, our existence.
Or, have I solved it?
nothing, nothing, can be solved.
that
is the solution.
Jordan
Sometimes I feel like if I desecrate enough pieces of lined paper, if I grind up enough pencils, if I sit for enough hours, all my problems will be solved.
It would be a long, nail-biting, hair-pulling process, and several objects would be smashed in the process, but then the lightbulb moment would come, and ding-ding-ding! Problem solved.
Too bad it’s never that simple.
“I think I solved the problem that’s got you so warped.” He said, carefully sorting through the various journals and loose papers. “Oh, really?” She murmured, dubious. “Yes, really.” It was obvious that this girl had no faith invested into this proposed solution, but seeing as there wasn’t anything else lined up at the moment, it was certainly time to throw caution to the wind.
I think I solved it this time. Took me way too long, but that’s okay. It isn’t that I was doing anything wrong, it’s not even that I wasn’t doing enough right. And that makes me happier than anyone could know. The fact that’s he’s comfortable with me is all I could ever want – that’s not true, but for the moment, it’s a wonderful place to be.
I wish all my problems would just solve themselves
but it doesnt work that way
what fun would solving a puzzle be
if you didn’t have to work for it
you would feel no accomplishment
if everything worked out easily
and you didn’t do any work
Caitlin
i needed to solve the problem. it was solved by using my intuition and not my brain. I felt it in my gut and had a feeling that is why it worked .
Chris G
dreams answered. hearts mended. stress relieved. how nice it would be to have all my worries and problems solved. just taken away. lifted up and vanished. problem solved. no more heart ache. no more tension.just happy times. problems solved. i like the word solved.
Kim
Problems beg solutions.
Activity begets problems.
Pour another stiff jack and coke, problem(s) solved!
Five fingers four toes. Where was the last toe? It had definitely been removed, possibly violently as the place where it had once been was a mass of healed, lumpy skin.
problems,wish they would be solved. solved it’s like everything u have wished to be finished,would be finished. i wish my relationship problems would be solved.
fika
Aha! My troubles are over. I couldn’t believe my eyes. The answer was so simple and right in front of me the entire time.
Solved, hardly. That would be too easy. If only all problems could end with the word solved, then maybe things would be a little easier. The worlds problems would go away.
problem solved nothing can ever be solved I guess everything is just a paradox…what is solved? math, logical things…emotions can be solved too, with the aid of psychology but can people be solved? are people problems to begin with? maybe i’m just a hipster for thinking like this…this way of disconnected thoughts and such wow this makes no sense
marcie
i solved insolubility. Vinnie always said, “water is the worlds most powerful solvent.” and I believe him. He’s the same fellow that said, “finding the girl of your dreams is a myth,” to the waitress, calling after her as she went away, “oh myth!”
masa
solved. it’s a word i wish i could use so much more. i wish i could always look at a problem and say that it’s solved within a matter of seconds. it’s just so satisfying isn’t it? to see a problem, and then see a solution right away. to be able to say you’re done with something and it’s been done right. i wish that could happen to me all the time.
Parth
the puzzle in no time, but the deeper answer eluded me. How many questions simply beget more? Time finds many ways of tricking up into belief.
Leonis
Mystery. He had finally figured out the mystery that was Her. Or so he thought. Wasn’t the point of a mystery to keep you guessing?
Well baby, she had certainly done that. He was finished. Done. He would waste no more time trying to solve those questions. He was out.
I don’t know how to write about the word “solved”. Solved what, solved by whom? Is it a mystery, a riddle, a puzzle? It could mean anything. This is a verb, how do you write about a verb? Give me a noun for crying out loud, then maybe i can write about it.
Sheila
When Matthew solved the equation x={(x-1) + (x +2)} that fateful day in math class, he had no idea he had broken the code for infinity, forever changing the name of the math game.
Arthur smiled as he sat back, pen tapping against his lip. He looked at the crossword, all properly filled in with a small bit of pride, glad for the small victory.
“Hm? Well done, darling,” Eames said, dropping a kiss to the top of his ungelled hair absently. The little flush he got in response was Eames’s victory for the morning.
Those times in math class when you finished figuring out a difficult problem. Those were the best times. Then your friends would ask you for helpH and you’d feel smart.
I wish I knew how to say what I thought before it happened solved and simple the back of my mind in a file cabinet in a garage somewhere
There was a problem. It was there, before me. I had to do something about it. As I clutched the Rubik’s Cube in my hand, there was only one thing I could do. Quickly turning the cubes sides… it was solved.
Problem solving is to adaptation as orgasm is to hearing a choir of angels sing in your mind. It’s that hallelujah moment when “La Luz”, well, she shines like mega watt lightbulb.
Or in other words, it’s all in the way you jiggle the skeleton key into the stubborn lock. Click, click, pop!
And as a genuine lock pick, I rejoice when I come across a pattern that requires great effort to navigate. Without the latter there can be no “great reward.” And there’s nothing like a mountain full “reward” to inspire “great motivation.” So I say: ¡Viva la soluciones!
I solved the issue of the misfit life, the problems in my mind that hounded me daily. I can see the bigger picture now, clear as the bright blue sky on a warm summer day. Writing is easier now, more than it’s ever been, despite having to leave a few pieces of me in the past.
hot water fall first in the black window of my house
I have solved the problem! Or haven’t I? I can’t even think about math right now. I am awful at math. There are so many problems to be solved. Problems that aren’t even math… problems that don’t even HAVE solutions. Like, family problems, relationship problems. And we may not ever solve them. Solved? How do we truly know when something is resolved, solved, completed?
i thought my problems were solved when i met you. you were sweet, interesting, and most of all, you seemed interested in me! but nothing is solved by someone else. obviously i can’t look to you to solve my problems.
it continues on and on
maybe some day
i wont have to keep fixing every ones mistakes
including my own
solved is how i would like this puzzle to be. i want it to be complete. i want the pieces to fit nicely together with everyone resulting with smiles. for laughs and for smiles. solved would be us together. solved would be me as esquire. solved would be me happy and know that God has seen his plan through. I have followed the right path.
Finally, after long hours of strenuous study, I had it solved. The key to all of my problems. And the world’s. The answer was love.
the problem that was solved was a major achievement for all those involved.
It was a good thing that a number of people worked together work together since the problem was difficult.
i solved the puzzle as quickly as i could, the timer was running out as i was running out of options. it was ticking away and i was drawing a blank .
Skipping down the street with her new jumprope, Marcie was counting not only the number of times skipped, but the number of times she wished Jimmie Wilkins to fall out of the old oak tree for pulling on her pigtails and throwing her book bag into a garbage can. She wanted him to hurt the way she hurt. As she skipped down the middle of the street, she never saw the out-of-control tractor-trailer that mowed her over. Tragic, yes, but Jimmie’s stalker problem was solved before it started.
i had a problem ,and didn’t know what to do, then i did. it was…..solved
It wasn’t probable. It didn’t even make sense. The jarbled mess of letters and numbers (he was sure some of them were symbols in a foreign language) swam before his eyes. There was no way he would be able to make sense of the equation, let alone solve it completely, in the time left before the exam was over. He was going to fail.
i had a problem ,and didn’t know what to do, then i did. it was…..
A problem comes up, and you just have to do something about it. So the real question becomes whether or not you should kill it or obliterate it, or let it walk around and stir it in your mind. Is it worth solving? Or is there more potential in allowing it to be free? You can just sit back and watch, to see what the rest do. That way, you won’t make a mistake in discovering whether or not they will miss it.
I have never solved this problem, Life, love, our existence.
Or, have I solved it?
nothing, nothing, can be solved.
that
is the solution.
Sometimes I feel like if I desecrate enough pieces of lined paper, if I grind up enough pencils, if I sit for enough hours, all my problems will be solved.
It would be a long, nail-biting, hair-pulling process, and several objects would be smashed in the process, but then the lightbulb moment would come, and ding-ding-ding! Problem solved.
Too bad it’s never that simple.
“I think I solved the problem that’s got you so warped.” He said, carefully sorting through the various journals and loose papers. “Oh, really?” She murmured, dubious. “Yes, really.” It was obvious that this girl had no faith invested into this proposed solution, but seeing as there wasn’t anything else lined up at the moment, it was certainly time to throw caution to the wind.
I think I solved it this time. Took me way too long, but that’s okay. It isn’t that I was doing anything wrong, it’s not even that I wasn’t doing enough right. And that makes me happier than anyone could know. The fact that’s he’s comfortable with me is all I could ever want – that’s not true, but for the moment, it’s a wonderful place to be.
I wish all my problems would just solve themselves
but it doesnt work that way
what fun would solving a puzzle be
if you didn’t have to work for it
you would feel no accomplishment
if everything worked out easily
and you didn’t do any work
i needed to solve the problem. it was solved by using my intuition and not my brain. I felt it in my gut and had a feeling that is why it worked .
dreams answered. hearts mended. stress relieved. how nice it would be to have all my worries and problems solved. just taken away. lifted up and vanished. problem solved. no more heart ache. no more tension.just happy times. problems solved. i like the word solved.
Problems beg solutions.
Activity begets problems.
Pour another stiff jack and coke, problem(s) solved!
I am hoping that I’ve solved the problem. Duct tape fixes everything, right?
Five fingers four toes. Where was the last toe? It had definitely been removed, possibly violently as the place where it had once been was a mass of healed, lumpy skin.
problems,wish they would be solved. solved it’s like everything u have wished to be finished,would be finished. i wish my relationship problems would be solved.
Aha! My troubles are over. I couldn’t believe my eyes. The answer was so simple and right in front of me the entire time.
Solved, hardly. That would be too easy. If only all problems could end with the word solved, then maybe things would be a little easier. The worlds problems would go away.
problem solved nothing can ever be solved I guess everything is just a paradox…what is solved? math, logical things…emotions can be solved too, with the aid of psychology but can people be solved? are people problems to begin with? maybe i’m just a hipster for thinking like this…this way of disconnected thoughts and such wow this makes no sense
i solved insolubility. Vinnie always said, “water is the worlds most powerful solvent.” and I believe him. He’s the same fellow that said, “finding the girl of your dreams is a myth,” to the waitress, calling after her as she went away, “oh myth!”
solved. it’s a word i wish i could use so much more. i wish i could always look at a problem and say that it’s solved within a matter of seconds. it’s just so satisfying isn’t it? to see a problem, and then see a solution right away. to be able to say you’re done with something and it’s been done right. i wish that could happen to me all the time.
the puzzle in no time, but the deeper answer eluded me. How many questions simply beget more? Time finds many ways of tricking up into belief.
Mystery. He had finally figured out the mystery that was Her. Or so he thought. Wasn’t the point of a mystery to keep you guessing?
Well baby, she had certainly done that. He was finished. Done. He would waste no more time trying to solve those questions. He was out.
I don’t know how to write about the word “solved”. Solved what, solved by whom? Is it a mystery, a riddle, a puzzle? It could mean anything. This is a verb, how do you write about a verb? Give me a noun for crying out loud, then maybe i can write about it.
When Matthew solved the equation x={(x-1) + (x +2)} that fateful day in math class, he had no idea he had broken the code for infinity, forever changing the name of the math game.
Arthur smiled as he sat back, pen tapping against his lip. He looked at the crossword, all properly filled in with a small bit of pride, glad for the small victory.
“Hm? Well done, darling,” Eames said, dropping a kiss to the top of his ungelled hair absently. The little flush he got in response was Eames’s victory for the morning.
Those times in math class when you finished figuring out a difficult problem. Those were the best times. Then your friends would ask you for helpH and you’d feel smart.
Nothing is ever solved in matters of the heart.