The following and all of the other episodes to come are snapshots of what goes on in my head, now and in the past. There are times none of this will make sense. There will be times when I might get lucky and the blog I post will be well constructed and will flow like a mountain stream to an awaiting lake below. Other times it will seem like the ramblings of a madman and you’ll ask yourself, “What the……?”
You should probably get use to the latter.
EPISODE FORTY SEVEN: Your Life Is A Puzzle…
Let me tell you, I have a love/hate relationship with puzzles.
Once I start one, I have to finish it. I can’t walk away for a while and start on it again the next day. I HAVE TO FINISH IT RIGHT THEN!!! They would torture me but I would love every minute of it. I’d take time to corral all of the like pieces together and then I would start with the border pieces, the ones with straight edges. I would then work on the group pieces, the ones that make up a certain focal point in the puzzle and then fill in the gaps. I suppose everybody who puts puzzles together does it exactly the very same way as that.
And I would sit there and sit there and sit there until I finished that puzzle. When I pour out a puzzle from its box, I’m in it for the long haul, hell or high water.
But don’t get me wrong, I love puzzles. But if you give me one and I start on it, if we were having a conversation, forget about us finishing it until I’m done with the stupid, heartless, wonderful puzzle.
Life is a puzzle. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that.
We collect pieces to the puzzle our whole lives. The more pieces you get, the more life you have lived. And all our lives, we try to interlock these pieces together. Some fit perfectly. You notice the size and shape and see it for what it really is and see where it fits, where it belongs, and you place the piece in your hand into the other. Some pieces are hard to make fit. We might even think they go one place and try to turn it every which way or try to hammer it in with the bottom of our fist to get it to work. No go.
And others fit part way and we think it fits only to find out later that’s not where it goes.
We hope to go through life and find all of the pieces. We hope to be able to sit back and see the picture as a whole, our life as a whole and hope to see a beautiful life that we lived.
Or maybe we look at it at in the end and see pieces are missing or in the wrong places. Is there time to find those missing pieces and move the miss placed pieces to the correct spot?
There have been pieces of my puzzle that have parts of beautiful flowers on them. And others are parts of the sky or parts of grass. All are important to complete the picture. Every piece. The ones that have beautiful images and the ones that are not so beautiful. Every one of them make up the picture. All of them make up your life.
And you hope that at the end, there is a beautiful image, not a horrible one. We want to look back on the time we put it together, the long hours and see that it was all worth it. We created a beautiful life for ourselves and by doing so, we affect others around us, we affect their own puzzles and help them make theirs beautiful, too.
We need to start off our children’s puzzles that way. They have a few pieces but we need to show them how to be patient and take their time to put their pieces together carefully. Help them get the hang of it. They will get tired and bored and want to rush. Show them your puzzle you’re putting together. Show them they can have a beautiful one. Maybe it’s the same, maybe it’ll be different but just as beautiful. Let them know different is perfectly OK. As long as they do it the best way they can and put in their time and attention to make it positive.
I haven’t sat down in years and put together a big puzzle. One, there’s no room to lay one out and, two, I really don’t have the time to see one through to the end. I have other things that need my time and attention. But I want to. I’d like to find myself a day and a large cleared table and pour out a big puzzle. Grab a sandwich, some chips and a drink and dive headlong into the pieces.
But I work on my life puzzle everyday. I’m doing my best to make it as wonderful as possible. I’m still placing pieces in the wrong spots but I’m finding their true place as time goes on. I’m still finding plain pieces but they have to go in from time to time. Like I said, every piece is important.
I hope by the end I’ve made a large fabulous picture that I can look at. I hope my daughter can look at it, too, and say how wonderful it is and I hope my picture at the end of my life is as large and wonderful as yours.
I’m still working on mine but something tells me hers will be one of the best the world has even seen. I just hope that the job I’m doing with mine helps her in making her puzzle. It’ll make mine much more important.
And in goes another beautiful piece. Let’s hope it fits…
Dec. 2nd 2016
I’ve decided to keep a blog about how I’m dealing with depression. I’m going to consider this a form of therapy. It might not help anybody else but it might help me.