I believe the world is a puzzle, and we are the pieces.
All of us.
These guys. (Awwwww. xxx)
But no, I mean really. That’s what I believe.
We’re a puzzle.
And though we don’t often tend to think of it…
we all have our own special reason,
our own unique connector points
to make the world exactly the way it’s meant to be.
Maybe it’s time to be brave, and ask out loud:
What does my puzzle piece look like when it’s home?
What makes it bop, and zing, and burst with yes!
Most of us have at least some of the answers figured out.
Just maybe not all of them, quite yet.
Because, actually, we’ll always be still learning, right?
We are all unique.
And if we really are a puzzle (which I truly think we are, by the way)
we need to be our uniqueness.
Otherwise, we won’t fit.
And if we don’t fit—
The puzzle will start to look a bit like…umm, yeah.
(Never mind. We’ve still got this, guys.)
We all have a yearning inside of us
that tells us, quite firmly, where and how we belong
in the puzzle of us.
And yet many of us deny we can hear it,
for fear of being judged by the people who deny the puzzle exists.
(Those people, I suspect, keep their eyes closed for a reason.)
This is the start; I can feel it in all of my bones.
I don’t know where my connector points are.
I don’t know how to slot myself comfortably into place.
But I also know that doesn’t matter, for now.
The main thing is…I know about the puzzle.
And knowing about the puzzle has shown me
that we are all on our way to something good.