when we are born..
we are giving puzzle pieces to begin our lives.
and a picture as to what life will look like when the puzzle is complete.
when we are young. we have help fitting pieces in
our parents. and siblings place pieces with us.
the border is done first.
so we have a frame for our lives.
a way of knowing our limits,
knowing where life boundries exist.
as we age.
each lesson in life
each expereince.
each success and failure
comes with another piece
and we place it in the puzzle.
moving slowly closer to a completed picture,
sometimes experiences and people we meet
bring pieces that dont belong.
for a time they sit inside the borders of our puzzle.
inside the borders of our life.
looking for a place to belong.
some we want so bad we keep them.
for a long time. trying those peices every where
before discarding them finally.
when we realize they dont fit.

when will this puzzle called life be complete?
when will the picture be whole?

the picture is complete.
with all its pieces fitted into place.
only at one moment in time.
and thats when your time is done.
when you are know longer needed to fit pieces into your puzzle.
when its complete. is when your family.
says the last good bye.

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