When first presented with the puzzle we are given a box with a delicate picture that shows us what our final outcome is suppose to look like. The beauty of that puzzle is it is unique to us. A flawless picture of our life in our own eyes as well as they eyes of it’s creator.
In this puzzle box we are given pieces, or tasks to conquer and find meaning for. Some with flat edges that make the borders of who we are. Framing our lives and what limits we set for ourselves. Perfectly smooth to block out any unwanted pieces from a different puzzle of life. We have one final product, one masterpiece.
There are pieces in the box that seem to fit in one place when really a slight curve makes them belong somewhere else completely.
Frustrating getting to the center of life….to the center where you begin to see progress.
One of the hardest parts of puzzles is understanding how one piece can cause so much trouble for the process but ultimately still have a meaning in the large picture.
Every piece we are handed we make a choice with how to handle it through our emotions and understanding of where we think it should go.
Sometimes we succeed and move on, other times we sit stuck on one piece of that picture. Even in the moments of trouble we have to remind ourselves that every detail of that picture counts.
Every color adds up to the beautiful ending. In our life, even bad moments are pieces to that puzzle. Every obstacle, or extra time we take to find its place is a battle that makes the picture so beautiful. If that piece had been missing, then the picture wouldn’t be complete.
I have finally realized that I’m not missing a piece, I just can’t jam a piece somewhere I want it to belong just to make my life easier, or change the picture to suit someone else. It is just prolonging the completion of my goal, of MY puzzle.
I have all the pieces and I know my perimeter. Those things have been present for some time now.
I have taken a break to look at the borders, and examine the details and now, I understand that I was just trying too hard to make you fit.
I’ve found your place now… I’s time to move onto the next piece.