Playing at Puzzles
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For some people, the pieces snap together right away and stay snapped, perfect, snug, that little bit of the picture finished, a corner of relief in a jumbled world.
For others, the bits seem to fit but there’s something just not right and when any force pushes or pulls the puzzle, they pop apart.
Other times, it takes longer and one of the little outies gets ripped off in the process, leaving a chunk behind, filling a gap it wasn’t mean to fill and a making a piece that will never be whole again.
I have forced myself into the wrong-sized gap. I have also been the willing space, allowing myself to be filled and desperately trying to ignore the discomfort of a match that takes up too much room in some ways and leaves empty edges in others.
I have played the puzzle over and over but I’ve never completed the picture. Sometimes I say it is complete the way it is. Sometimes I think that the missing piece will never be found.