What starts as a casual puzzle quietly becomes a confrontation with your own mind. You watch yourself rush to an answer, defend it, then feel the sting of being wrong. Each new square you discover isn’t just a shape; it’s a reminder of how easily confidence can outrun truth, how quickly the brain trades curiosity for the comfort of being certain.
Yet buried inside that discomfort is a rare invitation. If a cheap internet graphic can expose your blind spots, it can also teach you how to soften around them. To pause before judging. To ask, “What else is here that I haven’t seen yet?” The lines don’t rearrange themselves, but your perspective does. And once you’ve experienced that shift on a screen, it becomes a little easier to practice it with people, with memories, with yourself.
