Puzzles are a wonderful past time. They are great for bringing people together. Just put a bunch of pieces of a puzzle on a table and soon others will join you. It’s nearly impossible for a person to not at lease want to try to do one.
I liken a puzzle to my life. Imagine, when I was a newborn I had two or three pieces in my puzzle. One for my mother and another for my dad. Then there was a piece for each of my siblings. As I grew I learned there were even more people who would touch my life. There are the cherished friends from middle school, the teacher from second grade, the house keeper when I was tiny, Daisy who taught me to make a tight bed, the math teacher who wouldn’t ignore my questions, the counselor who mocked me, and all of the other hundreds of people who have touched my life.
As I grow older, my puzzle expands as well. The puzzle isn’t ever quite complete. There’s always one more piece to fit in. As I’ve gone through school, graduated, started a new career, gone through a divorce, and years of counseling I’ve gathered many more pieces. My children, also, and their friends all have pieces in my puzzle.
Each person we meet is like a piece of the puzzle that makes us who we are. There are puzzle pieces that are hard to look at, ugly, and scary but then there are those pieces that are so much more. Just one piece missing is an incomplete puzzle. Without this piece of my puzzle I would be incomplete in the end. No matter the future, the fact that this piece exists, it is now a piece of my puzzle. Always a piece to be there. I am grateful for the time I get with each puzzle piece, and the memories that come with it. Some puzzle pieces are short lived and some are there for eternity, but all of them are important. Remember to cherish the pieces that make you who you are. Your life might not have gone like you planned but it is yours and yours alone. You are the puzzle, one day to be completed. You are also a piece of a puzzle for someone else, without which would be incomplete.
thank you for reading,