The missing jigsaw pieces…

A lazy Sunday morning…..the whole extended family had gathered at our grandmother’s place for a family lunch. The happiest and loudest ones were of course the children…small in size, big on attitude. After a while they sat down to play with jigsaw puzzle of 1000 pieces.
As the older kids (5 & 8yrs old) got busy trying to fit the jigsaw, the youngest one (1 & ½ yrs. old) very casually picked up a few pieces of the jigsaws and walked away. The other kids had almost finished fitting in the jigsaws pieces when they realized what had happened….they rushed to retrieve the missing pieces (which, by then, had changed shape completely thanks to chewing, breaking etc.).
All hell broke loose! We tried to tell them that their jigsaw looked great and just 7 missing pieces could not take away the beauty of 993 other pieces. But they were inconsolable. They blamed their little sister for everything (who was least bothered and had, by then, moved on to other toys). In anger one of the older kids broke the rest of it too, saying he did not want an incomplete puzzle…
What struck me about how the whole scenario reflected our own lives….made me wonder about the time and energy we waste trying to find those missing jigsaw pieces of our lives. In our hunt for we do not have, we tend to overlook what we do have (which is usually more than what we don’t have).
And by the time realization dons, a lot of what we had but did not use or enjoy is already decayed or wasted beyond repair & becomes unfit for use….and like the little children blame others for the incompleteness in our lives...and fate like the little girl quietly moves a few pieces while our attention is focused elsewhere.
Often while looking back on life, we realize what we needed was perhaps already there. What were missing were our own correct perspectives to see clearly….often, in our stubbornness to play the game according to our own rules, we waste time and before we know it the final whistle is blown.
Its difficult to fathom our obsession with the missing pieces….why do let a few missing bits overtake the joy or beauty from the other pieces that we do have? Especially in our interpersonal relationships…Maybe its just insecurity that someone else may come in and feel in the gaps….maybe it’s our obsession to try and recreate Heaven which is synonymous with perfection…whatever the cause, whatever the reason, we end up losing far more than what we do not have or what we did not get … somewhere, I guess, we forget that all of us have our own unique places under the sun & that is why God created us…..