Puzzle Pieces (Rough Draft)

puzzle-pieces Life has many puzzles pieces. There are bits and pieces which taken by themselves are just a part of the picture, a tiny part of the picture. They require you to examine the curves of the pieces, the extrusions, the cavities, how some have angle sides. You try to sort through the pieces, looking for a brother piece, the echo of the other, the cause of the other’s shape, or perhaps the reason for it.

A slight smile in the hallway from a bitter co-employee, the drizzle cold on a rainy day.

The car accident five minutes ahead of you. The car that takes several minutes to order in a drive through.

It is easiest to find the border, the corners, and work in, where your thoughts touch the world, something familiar, a keystone on which the image of the rest of the world.

Sometimes, you find a lone piece, oddly shaped, begging to fit in, to match up extrusion to cavity.

How do we put the puzzle together?

Do we leave it sitting in a box on the shelf?

Do we engage in deciphering it, pour at the pieces on to the table, making little groups based on shape or perhaps color? Do we put a few pieces together here and there? Do we give up when nothing seems to fit anymore leaving the puzzle pieces in chaotic little piles?

Do we shut the door upon the world? The people inside its four walls?

Or do we dig, testing a set of hypotheses of what kinds of pieces belong to each other? Do we continue to work with the goal of making sense of the picture?

Do we open ourselves to new experiences? New people? Do we say yes to life? Do we say yes to service?

And what do we see at the end? What is the picture that we see?

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