Is that the irony of life? Spending so much time, efforts, ambitions trying to pursue being whole, and when you get what you want, or what you thought you wanted, it wasn’t what you wanted or needed at all. This fav childhood story seems to relate to what I think most post grads are feeling… Life is going by slower than expected, there is a constant pursuit of the next thing… All in hopes that we can feel/be whole. And hopefully we will accelerate to the life we always wanted.
Well right now, I feel like the missing piece… Life is slower than I like, and I’m enjoying the ride, appreciating my friends and family, but still have this feeling that something is missing.
In the story, the missing piece embarks on a search for its missing piece. Since it is missing a piece, it cannot roll very fast so spends time talking to bug-friends, baking in the sun, and lets butterflies land on it as it rests. After many almost-perfect-fit pieces, the missing piece finally finds the piece that completes it, making it “whole”. Life speeds up quickly and it can’t enjoy the things it used to. The once missing piece realizes that the journey itself was the best part, that there was no need to rush the search, but rather it longed for the search to continue. That for some reason it was made with a “missing piece” in order to live just the way it was… Slow but thoughtful and singing its song…
“Oh I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece
I’m lookin’ for my missin’ piece
Hi-dee-ho, here I go,
Lookin’ for my missin piece.”
Now I know I don’t want to stay this way forever, but maybe just for right now, the missing piece in me can be a blessing instead of a negative…
“Aha,” it thought.
“So that’s how it is!”