The Final Piece of the Puzzle

When we are young with our fresh, eager minds we begin to ponder about what we want to be when we grow up. A princess, a knight, maybe an astronaut, actress or a doctor. We are told we can be what ever we want to be. We go to school to learn, become educated beings. Probed with test, and question; to grade our ability to listen.

 If you figure out what is really going on you have two choices, one, play along. Be the best possible student you can be; get good grades and move up into college. Becoming the perfect piece of the puzzle. Say the right things, at the right time, the right way.

 Two, give up; you know how the system works and you despise it. Not wanting to be put into the prefect mold to become a "model citizen". The type of person that sees the sign "Do not sit on this chair" but you sit anyways, grinning that you beat the system. It is a small fight to win but by golly you won.

Both of these people are wonderful, we need both of them in this world in order to function. It is easy, too easy to get lost in this world. Take me, for example, I would draw in the side lines of my paper all class or come up with exciting stories about how the school was being invaded by alien forces. Passing in the halls I would make up stories in my mind about how I might have been a spy placed in the school to watch the teachers. I was passionate about creating; creating worlds to be free in or  characters I could portray to express myself. Looking in the mirror, today, she is still there but she stuck in a businesses world like being in the middle of a lake. Her feet are swaying back and forth though the murky water, attempting to stay above the water. She is calm, collected; she doesn't show her fear; she hates lakes. The way she can't see the bottom, how things wrap around her toes and brush against her legs, or the way she has nothing to hold onto in the murky depths of the lake. Nothing to save her if she sinks. She doesn't fit in this puzzle.

Looking across the lake she sees the kids that were the ones to "play along"; the ones that listened well. They were not in the lake, they had shiny boats and jet skies. Riding around the lake in fits of laughter. This was their element. They fit perfectly in this puzzle.  I am the piece that you think fits at first but the more you look at it you realize it is only acting like the real thing. The lines do not line up as perfectly as expected. This puzzle piece is then set aside, maybe even forgotten about or pushed aside, while the rest of the puzzle is constructed. Life goes on much like the puzzle being finished. Pisces come together and life is exciting! The end of the puzzle is in sight but wait, there is one piece missing. Look frantically for this one piece, it may take days to find. And when it is least expected there it is. The last Piece, the missing forgotten piece of the puzzle; the girl in the middle of the lake, struggling to keep afloat. The one that didn't fit in the beginning but now it is the final piece, the most important piece. The piece that will make the image flawless. She is rescued from this lake and joins in on the laughter.We are all apart of this puzzle,at times it may feel like we have been pushed aside or forgotten but in the end we are all needed to complete it.

It is important to remember that you may not feel like you belong in this puzzle of life but you do. We all do. We just have to find our place, maybe wait our turn, but in the end we all come together to create the final picture.