You may not like puzzles or reading. But I know that SOMEONE will relate to this allegory. I hope you take the time to read it. I am not a fantastic writer by any means, but wanted to share with you my feelings.
THE MISSING PUZZLE PIECE
I feel like my life is like putting together a puzzle. Not one of those 100 piece puzzles that can be completed in an afternoon; but a legitimate 1000 piece puzzle. You clear off your kitchen table to begin working on the puzzle. The pieces are scattered about the surface and they’re all face up at this point just waiting to find their little puzzle piece neighbors. After weeks and weeks of work the puzzle is coming together. The puzzle is almost complete, and pretty much resembles the picture on the box sitting next to the table. You’ve worked tremendously hard to get to the point where you are at. Many hours have been spent finding the pieces and where they fit in the big picture. Seemingly every facet of the puzzle has been completed. As you put in the last few pieces, you come to a startling realization. There’s a missing piece. The last puzzle piece that will make everything complete and whole is nowhere to be found. Most people working on a regular puzzle and missing an ordinary piece wouldn’t mind all that much. They might say, “So I’m missing one little piece of my puzzle. Who cares?†But this puzzle is not regular or ordinary. And this piece happens to be the most important piece of the puzzle. You’ve spent weeks configuring the puzzle, you’ve cleared off your kitchen table, and you’ve placed the box that the puzzle came in on your kitchen counter. You’ve invested hours upon hours of time into this puzzle. You can’t just say, “Oh well, who cares. I can live without that puzzle piece. I can display this puzzle with that gap in it.†Saying or even thinking that is not an option. In fact, the entire point of a puzzle is to complete it fully, so that it is whole. Indeed, if you had known that a piece from the puzzle was lost entirely and would never be found, you wouldn’t have started the puzzle in the first place. You wouldn’t have made a mess in your kitchen or invested hour after hour on this puzzle because there wouldn’t have been a purpose. That’s how important the puzzle and especially that specific piece is to you.
A week passes and the puzzle still looks exactly the same. Over the past week you went a couple days without even thinking about the missing piece. Other days you obsessed over it. There seemed to be nothing else that could occupy your mind. As time goes on you find that you’re thinking about the puzzle and the missing piece more and more. And one day you decide that you’re going to look for it. Fortunately, the puzzle was brand new and unopened when you started on your journey, so it couldn’t have gone very far. “I have time this week, but I’ll wait till next week before I start looking for the missing piece.†I guess it’s just easier not to apply yourself and actually take the time and effort to search for the missing piece. For the rest of the week you feel like crap, but you still put off looking for the missing puzzle piece.
Next week finally arrives, and you’re determined to find the piece. Over the past week you’ve imagined every scenario of how you’ll come across the piece, and every time that you envisioned that moment you felt ecstasy and bliss. Now was the time to do the dirty work. You didn’t have the slightest idea of how to go about looking or even where to start. Even the thought of getting on your hands and knees and crawling around the whole house seemed daunting and was discouraging. “Maybe I just shouldn’t even try,†you thought as you stared blankly at the almost completed puzzle. Although, at this point, you didn’t view the puzzle as “almost completed†or “so close to done.†Instead, you focused so heavily on the missing piece. In fact, your view of the puzzle evolved over time. When you first recognized that there was a missing piece, you saw the puzzle as “practically done.†There was JUST one piece to go, and everything will be complete. You were still elated about what you had accomplished up to that point. All those weeks and you were ALMOST THERE!! Soon thereafter the missing piece started nagging at you. You gradually forgot how much you had worked to get to that point, and even overlooked how much you had achieved up to that point.
And just before you started looking for the piece you didn’t see the jigsaw as 99% complete (in reality, it was technically 99.9% complete), but it was 1% not done, and you saw the time that had passed between the 2nd to the last piece being securely in its rightful place and now as completely unacceptable and frustrating.
You decide to think for a little while and weigh your options. After much thought, you realize there really are only three choices, and each has its consequences. You can give up and throw the puzzle away now. This action would be drastic, and sadly, there would be no going back. As soon as the puzzle is in the trash, it’s gone forever. Quite frankly, as soon as you BEGIN dismantling the puzzle, the choice has been made. Surely you’re not going to restart the puzzle all over again. Option #2 was to explore around the house until you find the missing piece. This may take minutes, hours, days, or weeks. But you won’t stop until you find it. There is even a small chance the piece is gone forever. Perhaps it was swept up and thrown in the trash weeks ago. However, there wouldn’t be any way to know until you started looking. Option #3 was to scour the house for the piece for a certain amount of time. If by that time you didn’t find it, you would give up and throw the puzzle away. This seemed a little more attractive than option #1 because you didn’t come across as a quitter or wimp, but would actually apply yourself to find what you wanted so badly.
After much thought you choose to look for the puzzle piece. You set a tentative deadline, and if you reach the deadline without finding the piece, you will throw the puzzle away. Sadly, soon after you make this choice you find out that your best friend opted to throw away his puzzle before completing it. This was devastating to everyone that knew him and saw his puzzle. After some investigation you realize he had an absolutely gorgeous puzzle, at least it was going to turn out that way. Everyone loved the design of his puzzle and whenever anyone saw it they would compliment it on how beautiful it was. However, he ran into a similar problem as you. He was missing a piece to his puzzle, and it too was a very significant piece. Although he had spent a lot of time on his puzzle he had decided option #1, and had thrown the puzzle away before consulting anyone. It was unclear how much time and effort he had spent to find that piece, but everyone still felt he had given up way too early, especially considering the magnificence of the puzzle.
After the shock wears off from the news of your best friend’s decision, you realize the serious nature and finality of option #1. You make your mind up that you MUST search for the piece.
TO BE CONTINUED…
17 comments
Hmm, here I thought life was more like a boat. Hey thanks for posting this. I enjoyed reading it. I’m scatterbrained at the moment so I cannot thoroughly analyze…err yeah.. Thanks again.
Very astute analogy.
Failed option one and chose option 3 a long time ago.
Only a little while left.
this post was excellent.
Hello Chidoguy,
Loved the analogy….but do you have any idea what the missing piece is or even looks like….where do you plan to start looking for it first.
Funny story….was putting a 1,500 piece puzzle together with my son one night. We were about 25% finished….when I picked up a piece and examined it….I told my son….this piece does not belong in the puzzle….he says yeah right…lol…so we continued…we finished it in the wee hours of the morning….and as my son placed the last piece….he turned to me and said….well i guess you were wrong….all the pieces fit….at which point I got up….reached into my front pocket and removed the piece I had put there in the beginning…and threw it on the table….well then perhaps you would like to show me where it goes then….lol….it was a duplicate….which means someone bought a puzzle that was already missing a piece before they opened it….much like your analogy.
This is more like how i feel….there was always a piece missing…..or perhaps it never was missing….it didn’t exist in the first place. Maybe this was true for your friend as well. Really sorry about the loss of your friend. But it was his time imo….otherwise he would not have been successful. That being said….I hope you never quit looking for your piece of puzzle…me i think it is hope….what do you think is missing?
Namaste
Amakua
Hi Amakua
@Gaara
I’m curious about your boat analogy. If you’re confused about something in particular about the analogy please feel free to ask (I spent a lot of time choosing my words and descriptions very carefully). That’s if you’re even interested in my opinions lol.
@UN Owen
Thank you very much for the compliment. I really appreciate it. Sometimes I like to take time and put my thoughts on paper (or type them up).
I hope you find your missing piece.
@Amakua
Fortunately or unfortunately, I know exactly what the missing puzzle piece is. I believe it exists and can be found. The problem is I have no idea where to look, or how to go about finding it.
I think most people have pieces missing from their lives. Some are content with the incomplete puzzle (You have no idea how much I wish I could have those peoples’ brains). Others are searching halfheartedly for the piece(s), and still others are looking frantically to find theirs.
I think some people have a complete puzzle. Their lives are in order and are complete. From the outside looking in their lives seem whole and they would also agree that they are very satisfied with life.
Because I am only “one piece away” I just wouldn’t be willing to give up at this point. I haven’t lost ALL hope, just enough to be depressed and have suicidal thoughts and ideations. I am only 23 and have so much “equity” put into my puzzle it would seem dumb to throw it away now.
If you had saved your receipt couldn’t you just take it back to the store and exchange the puzzle for one that had all the pieces? This sounds like a defective puzzle; it was shipped from the factory with a missing piece. I would visit their website and launch a formal complaint. They might send you a new puzzle that’s been inspected and certified intact.
@ Lucy4 or a refund.
Right. Seems fair.
Hey Chidoguy,
Are you able to share what the missing piece is….or is it too personal.
The last 11 years I have spent looking for my 7 missing pieces. Pieces that I put away for safe keeping….like in my front pocket. Only these have been much harder to find….I currently only have one piece missing myself. If you’re able to share….perhaps I can direct you in some way. But don’t worry….I lived for almost 40 years with missing pieces…it’s not as terminal as you might think….lol
Namaste
Amakua
You have no idea how much I wish there was such thing as exchanging my puzzle (life) for another non-defective puzzle. If there’s a God I would trade my life in and start all over again (I’ve launched many formal complaints lol). Since starting life all over again isn’t an option I have to continue to look for my missing piece that will complete my life and make it whole.
Yes but wouldn’t life be boring without any challenges. Go forth on a quest to find the missing pieces.
Sorry Chidoguy,
I have attempted suicide 7 times that resulted in having an NDE 7 times. And each time I come back I get a piece back….too bizarre to go into in open forum…lol. My most recent NDE was 11 years ago…it’s not so much that the piece is still missing…I have it…I just don’t know what to do with it. And yes there is a God Chido…just not the God most people expect…lol.
And now that I have all my pieces…just have to put them together somehow…align them or whatever…lol…so in essence I have been able to start my life over again….7 times….and i’m still on SP…lol
Trust me….trying to end your life when it isn’t your time is a waste of time….and you don’t want to ever be as old and as stoopid as me….trust me…keep looking for the piece or rather the fit….there really is nothing missing….you just had to put that small piece of you away for safe keeping and now you’re afraid to go looking for the authentic YOU….how much you wanna bet?….hmmmm
And God doesn’t make mistakes….but he sure let’s us make them…lol
You are perfect…YOU just don’t know it or can’t accept it for some reason….
Namaste
Amakua
Amakua
My missing puzzle piece isn’t too personal, but lately I’ve sworn I would never talk about my problems to anyone other than a licensed professional because the last friend I told said I was seeking pity and said I should just wake up and stop feeling sorry for myself (among many other things. The conversation lawsted about 10 minutes with her leaving in disgust). In many ways she was right; but the tone that she used and some of the things she said were mean in my opinion. I don’t think she recognized how much courage it took for me to say what I said.
I think she was just having a bad day (at least that’s what I tell myself).
I suppose in the end the missing piece is very low self-esteem and confidence when it comes to the opposite sex. My counselor thinks that some of it (low self-esteem) has to do with grieving my brother’s/best friend’s suicide or the fact that I left my childhood religion that I was very active in. However, my depression has stretched back way further than both of these things.
The saddest part is that I am successful and relatively optimistic/confident in many other aspects of my life and I’m a good-looking guy lol (I don’t mean to brag at all, but I have gotten a couple girls’ phone numbers who are very cute). In addition, I am an honor student at a university and will graduate in a year. I have always been successful in work and am a very capable leader who others look up to (in fact, I want to go into business and become an executive).
However, I’ve been having suicidal thoughts for months now. Over the past few weeks I’ve been exercising and eating better (I have always been in pretty good shape) and this has slowed the suicidal thoughts a ton but hasn’t helped at all with the overall depression or my outlook on life.
Perhaps my counselor is right about my brother’s death and my “crisis of faith” having something to do with the depression, but I strongly doubt it.
I also haven’t tried taking medication, so that’s definitely an option.
Ah shit Chidoguy
Not a “crisis of faith”….a “spiritual crisis” for sure….google it and look at the symptoms and tell me what you think. I was born and raised in a Baptist home….but was abused even in the church. It devastated me. I personally no longer believe in religion for all….especially not for me….although I do love the pomp and pageantry for sure. My religion didn’t answer any of my whys….only told me to accept and shut the hell up….don’t rock the boat….think of the good we do for others etc….hypocrites….bah…..social bullshit…nah…so for a long time this is what I was searching for the big WHY’S. And now I have enough answers to begin again.
I also understand the low self-esteem and cycles of anxiety and depression that accompany it…I have Asperger’s myself with an IQ of 137…and would wager you are also a deep thinker and perhaps a bit of a philosopher as well? I also understand that success is empty when you can never rest on your own laurels.
Myself the meds never worked…you are probably not mentally ill…and unfortunately neither am I…I am emotionally damaged….not mentally…so how can drugs control emotions unless they shut down that part of the brain….nope too much of a control freak here….have tried them all….not good….I didn’t try to kill myself….I was a friggin shadow of my former self. Drugs should always be a last resort imo only.
What is your faith if you don’t mind me asking?
Namaste
Amakua
I don’t know if I’m a deep-thinker or a philosopher, but I’m definitely a very analytical/logical thinker and I tend to over-think every situation. I also love statistics and making inferences and finding solutions when problems are presented with numbers.
I think I would be a fool not to at least try medications. I honestly don’t know if I’m “emotionally damaged” or “mentally ill.” Or maybe I’m neither lol. Who knows?
I used to be Mormon. I was extremely devout and active and went to Mexico to be a missionary. After doing a ton of studying (there’s not much else to do as a Mormon missionary) I realized that the religion wasn’t for me (It’s important to note that my entire family and extended family on both sides are very devout Mormons and some of my friends were Mormon as well). Currently I don’t believe in any particular religion however I have ruled a few out based on my past study (more analytical thinking lol). I’m not even sure I believe in a God.
Sorry to hear about your faith…lol…seriously….that sucks. Our next door neighbours were Mormon…..just saying….the oldest boy committed suicide as well….the middle daughter was eventually institutionalized….and the youngest….never heard of again…and we were neighbours for over 20 years….I even attended some aspects of the church…..Dad Don was an elder…..the wife thought that her boundaries were ruled by God and not man….boy was she in for a surprise…..but seriously….if you were indoctrinated….and you lost your faith….it must be replaced with something….what are you replacing your former faith with?
If I might make a suggestion?….I started my journey of rediscovery with a book….”The Four Agreements” byDon Miguel Ruiz….it is not a religion….but rather a belief or understanding a little outside of the box….got me moving in the right direction for sure….not the answer….but an answer.
Can you talk about what happened to your brother/friend? If not I understand….
Namaste
Amakua
A wee gift for you chidoguy…will have to mediate when you return….please pay attention specifically to the lyrics.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rdP36y7P9UY
let me know what you think?
Amakua