Another jigsaw piece fills a gap in my existance, and only then do I become aware.
Looking along my figure, I realize how many pieces I have, how many I've lost along the way.
I'm my own puzzle.
Some pieces beautiful, some rough.
Looking around, I can only imagine how complex the pieces are in other's lives.
The connections run deep with some, making the loss that much more painful. Refusing to let go, I cling onto some memories, holding the piece of them with me. Never forgetting their part in making me.
Even absent, the impact is profound. Some will be lost with little thought, but you'll know exactly how much that piece meant to you once it's gone from your life.
In a way, it's almost like they're not gone completely. Living on in your memories.
Within that second, I come to appreciate those whose existence isn't dependent on me.
Now looking along my imperfect pattern, I come to another realization.
As soon as I go, as will all these connections I've made.
It's this mortality that makes the lives we carry so priceless. That should never be sold short, no matter how it impacts you.
I take a deep breath in, appreciative of the imperfect life I've lead and will continue to lead, sure to gain and lose along the way.