The missing piece...

The last 25 years of my life was like a 500,000 piece puzzle. That's 20,000 pieces a year. Almost 1700 pieces a month. 50 to 60 pieces a day. 
Now imagine that being a real puzzle with actual pieces. Piles and piles of pieces that explained your life from beginning to end. 

Along the way many pieces got lost, never to be found. But on the days when a piece fit just right... those are the ones worth remembering. 
So why is it we only remember the days we struggled to find the missing piece or focused too long on the one that just wouldn't fit in that spot? Because those are the days we needed answers that would never come. Those are the days the picture on the puzzle had a clue, affirmation, just... one... more... piece. 
I never finished that puzzle. I gave up on it after seeing too many of the areas to completion then destroyed. The last piece I held in my hand showed me too many truths and offered a painful aftermath. That last piece was what made it all make sense and gave me the strength to walk away... forever! 

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