Puzzle pieces

Puzzles demand completion.  I am not sure why.  Something in our brains compells us to put their pieces together.

I feel like my life is a puzzle.  It has offered me plenty of pieces, probably enough to get a pretty clear picture of the trauma.  Somehow, however,  I adopted the belief that I am not allowed to put my puzzle together.  I am forced to stare at this 1000-piece puzzle, unmade, knowing that these pieces probably look something like a nightmare when put together, but I am never allowed to fit them next to one another.  That act would be way too presumptuous.  I would be making assumptions and would automatically become a liar.  I am allowed to report on one piece of experience at a time, each little snapshot, or piece of a snapshot.  But to chain those snapshots together to make a clear portrait would be unthinkable.

The irrational thing about my belief is that no one says that it is presumptuous to put a puzzle together.  No one says, “Who are you to assume that those pieces fit together just because they make a complete picture and their shapes match?”  No. That would be ludicrous.  This is what we do with puzzles.

So how did I come to adopt the belief that my life puzzle is never allowed to be completed?

What do we do with a puzzle once it is completed?  We say, “Yay,” take it apart, and put it back in the box.  Then we put it on the game shelf with a nice mental check mark.  We feel better.  The puzzle goes back on the shelf.  It is no longer sprawled out on the kitchen table, making it so that we cannot eat or drink without staring at the incomplete picture.  We can go on with our lives, and use the table for other purposes.  My puzzle, with thousands of pieces, is spread over the table of my life.  Because I am not allowed to complete it, I cannot see anything else but the fragments.  It haunts me.  This sucks.  But there is a spell cast, one that has enchanted the puzzle and my mind.  I must sit and stare at the fragments, with a brain that is desperately bent towards completion but has been bewitched into believing that completion is a felony.

So maybe today,  I will fit two pieces together.  Maybe I will break the spell so that one day, my table can be used for living purposes.

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2 thoughts on “Puzzle pieces

  1. Oh yes oh yes, I can relate to this so much. I hope you do manage to piece some together today – the only permission you need is your own, nobody else’s. It’s your puzzle, your story, your truth, your life. Take care xx

    1. Thank you! Isn’t it so crazy that when we feel so alone in our strange beliefs, others are there with us too? We are allowed to put our puzzles together. I guess that God isn’t some cosmic torturer who wants us to stare at un-made puzzles and go nuts in the incompletion.

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