I’m putting together pieces of this puzzle that I turned out to be. I already have some of the borders worked out, a bit of a green ground and a blue sky. But the thing with this puzzle is that not all the pieces have defined shapes or colors yet.
There are pieces that are a blurry mess, waiting to be untangled. They are unsolved, evolving from black, to grey, to white… or in reverse, into the most beautiful darkness. A constant change that helps me adapt, learn, and try new things.
Some are being guarded by other people, a piece of me that I gift them when we cross paths, whether it’s for a brief moment, a couple of days, a few months or for my lifetime. Some of them get only a hello, others my friendship or respect, some my love, and a few my deepest truth.
Certain parts aren’t mine, but belong to the people who come into my life. Some just take a small spot in a corner and go almost unnoticed, and some shine so bright that I can feel the warm over my soul. Some leave marks —scrapes, scratches, cuts, and wounds— that transform into both superficial and deep scars, a reminder of the healing.
A few parts bring rain, clouds and thunder, and others muddy earth and rock covered with moss. Little pieces of turbulence, of chaos falling to its knees in search of peace. A constant movement like a river flowing from up the hills to the quietness of lake. A mirror of water, so still it seems frozen in time and space.
I’m putting together pieces of this puzzle that I turned out to be. The picture will never be complete since there’s always one more smile, one more tear, one more fear, one more joy, one more person, one more day.