Puzzle of life?

Puzzles are tricky. But when you finish them, they are perfect. One piece complementing the other. Smaller pieces making the larger parts perfect.

We all want to fit into somebody’s puzzle. You want to find your perfect match. The idea of perfection, everything they do fits, fascinates you. Now you are scared.Scared of being an outcast, you start moulding and changing shape according to what the puzzle wants.

Finally it looks like sorted. Like everything is in place. Now finally you are part of somebody else’s puzzle. You fit into their world and it’s just perfect!

But you left something behind. Your own puzzle. Yes! What about that? What about those empty parts that you shaped in such a way that it can never be the part of where they came from.Those places just remain empty, like voids. But it’s okay. Because you are finally at the perfect place. You both are happy. At peace.

But those voids, now they started poking you. Like a needle, going through your heart. Every time you look at that person all you see is sacrifice. Sacrifice of your own self. Sacrifice of your soul.

Now you look behind, you try to fit those pieces back into your own puzzle. And it doesn’t fit. You go and buy new pieces, but it is a mess. There are no pieces exactly that size. The perfect relation, seems imperfect to you. Now the void is deepening, it reached the core of your heart. And that emptiness took over your soul. So you give up. You go back to the perfect puzzle and try to act like you’re the perfect fit. You both hand in hand, become the goals. Like idols. It’s a perfect world. Soon you realised that it’s empty. So you keep smiling and let the void take over. Waiting for a day when your pieces turn back to it’s nascent shape back again. When the sun sets and the perfect world ends. And your perfect puzzle is no more existent. And somebody picks you up and puts into a new puzzle. Incomplete and imperfect, waiting to be someone’s puzzle.

But this time the puzzle will be yours. And the pieces will fit. Imperfectly into the puzzle. You smile again. But it’s not perfect. Now you are thinking, what if it’s not a perfect match? But then you are relieved because sometimes imperfect is what you need to be happy. So You took a deep sigh, waiting to be at content. To be in your own imperfect world, someday.