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Thursday, January 25, 2007
Pieces


If 50,000 years ago, there were less than a million human beings, and if each got reincarnated. The world now having 5-6 billion people, wouldn't that mean the modern soul is a smaller fraction of million souls?

A little fragment of the one, so we go on searching for the missing pieces that would make our souls complete. In our own little ways, we go about trying to piece together a complete picture. Like a thousand parts of jigsaw puzzle, or the missing paints yet covering the canvas.

Sometimes pieces look like they fit, other times, pieces that fit are thrown away. Sometimes, pieces don't fit, and when they're forced into place, they break. Eventually, people have to learn that there is no perfect fit. The missing pieces are everywhere, in everyone, and the beautiful part is these pieces are not static. They are beautifully ever changing, every living, passing day, breathes new life into them. That's why we never find all the pieces we set out to.

People search for these pieces in anyway possible, fame, glory, money and whatever pleases. Having pieces to find is reason enough for living life to its fullest, otherwise you spend the rest of the journey resenting the ride.

But is it the destination or the journey that is worth the time? Whether a beautiful complete puzzle or a enjoyable process would be more fulfilling. There are people building their little puzzles with great joy and also people with grand masterpieces complete, but bitter.


Gavin pondered @ 18:41


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