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Puzzle

Sometimes we don't know what we want. Heck, most of the time we barely know what it is we need. So, isn't it amazing then that when we find it, stumble across it or when it finds us, it is basically immediately clear that it is in fact what was needed, what was wanted?
Like, say you're putting together a puzzle. Perhaps it's one with oh let's say a thousand pieces (whew that's ALOT) 
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You start with the edges putting them together and before you know it, those edges now serve as a border. And that border holds it together, the framework, if you will, for the whole thing. Yet, even though you've made progress - I mean you have this border, right? - well you still don't have the complete picture.
So you work on the internal sections...piece by piece...making sure the pieces fit. Now, you can almost see it - the picture is coming together. That is until you realize that something is missing. Hmm, where is that one special piece? You know the one  that pulls it all together, makes it whole?

To be honest, everyone is or has been a puzzle. Divided time, wants, responsibilities,  desires, love? Constantly giving of themselves...piece by piece. Perhaps not everyone is or has been divided into as many pieces as the next person, but pieces nonetheless. That's why finding that piece, that person that completes the puzzle of want, of need of desire, of appreciation, of love, of acceptance - is one of the greatest feelings ever.

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