A thousand piece puzzle.
Tonight, I was thinking of how life is like a thousand piece puzzle.
There are so many pieces.
You begin to put them together, typically starting with the edges.
Finding the corners and flat pieces help you feel like you have the basic frame, a foundation.
Then you find random middle pieces and try to put those together.
There are blues so you put them with the blues.
You find what looks like an eyebrow and you try to find the one that goes with it, so you search for what looks like an actual eye. You put those together and feel a sense of accomplishment.
Then you see the pieces with buttons and put them near the solid yellows assuming there is some sort of jacket in the picture.
All of that.
You set your puzzle in a safe place, letting people know they can look, "But just be careful around it because I don't want it to get messed up. I've spent a lot of time on it. But yeah, go ahead and enjoy it."
Sometimes people get to help you with it. "Put this piece here. Yeah, that's good...Oh yes! Perfect! I've been looking for the one that goes here. Now that corner is finished!"
Then that person comes along who doesn't seem to care. They might pull a piece or two out. Look at them individually. You wonder why but you just let them do their thing.
Sometimes people get to help you with it. "Put this piece here. Yeah, that's good...Oh yes! Perfect! I've been looking for the one that goes here. Now that corner is finished!"
Then that person comes along who doesn't seem to care. They might pull a piece or two out. Look at them individually. You wonder why but you just let them do their thing.
Then you meet the person who has been secretly working on a section of it. Pulling pieces out of the box when you weren't looking. But you're grateful because they have assembled maybe a hundred or so. There are holes, but you've been holding those pieces wondering where they go. So now you can simply put that person's work within yours. And then together, you finish it off.
Then another person comes by and accidentally spills their water all over a portion of the puzzle.
"Ahhhh, seriously?"
But you just let it go. It was only water. Wait for that part to dry and then just start again. They surprise you when they offer to dry it off for you. After all, it was just a mistake. The water kind of shriveled up the design, blending the colors and wearing through the paper on top. There are water spots on the brown underneath. But it's okay. They made their mark.
But then there's a person who walks by and kicks out a whole section.
"Oops. Sorry 'bout that!"
"Oops. Sorry 'bout that!"
"Ahhhh, seriously?"
"Oooh, sorry."
And then they don't try to fix it. They just leave you to start that part over again. The pieces aren't everywhere, but they're disassembled. And that's a bummer. For a while you feel defeated, but then you admit that it's all right. That you're sad they just walked on by. Did damage and just left. But it's okay. You have to finish your puzzle. And you're getting used to these types of things happening.
And then they don't try to fix it. They just leave you to start that part over again. The pieces aren't everywhere, but they're disassembled. And that's a bummer. For a while you feel defeated, but then you admit that it's all right. That you're sad they just walked on by. Did damage and just left. But it's okay. You have to finish your puzzle. And you're getting used to these types of things happening.
You find out that the person from earlier has put together another hundred pieces. There are holes, but you've been holding those pieces wondering where they go. So now you can simply put that person's work within yours. And then together, you finish it off.
With this comparison, one can't say the puzzle gets finished really. At least I don't think that works.
After all, some of the many pieces may not even be in the box, really. But you'll never really know.
After all, some of the many pieces may not even be in the box, really. But you'll never really know.
posted by Emily @ 12:59 AM
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love it.
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