Starting a puzzle that initially just came out of the box is always a bit overwhelming and daunting at first look. The box contains a sea of pieces piled together like a sand pile, and we slowly and diligently place piece by piece in its’ fitting location. With each conversation, each hug, and every kiss; as you get to know someone, each piece comes to naturally fit and compliment each other like a puzzle. What initially began as a couple of pieces that fitted together from first dates, slowly expands with time and for a moment the puzzle actually looks like it will be realized.
Heartbreak is when the puzzle looks near complete, yet you suddenly realize that a couple of the pieces are missing. Perhaps they were never in the box in the first place, or perhaps they went missing along the way, but the puzzle remains undone and broken. You frantically search the box and the area around you to find any possibilities that could fill the void of the missing pieces, but it becomes a search for something that simply isn’t there. It’s awfully painful in walking away from all the time and emotions we put into the puzzle, but we must come to a resolute understanding that this was what the puzzle was meant to look like all along. With its’ holes and spaces left unfilled, one must come to appreciate the puzzle for every piece and memory which made up the relationship, but must eventually move on. If the puzzle wasn’t so beautiful it would never hurts so much to keep this intact, yet there is no way to fill these holes and voids other than to scatter the puzzle and truly once more, give themselves the chance to love once again.
Namaste,
Forrest Curran
Excerpts from The Purple Buddha Project: The Purple Book of Self-Love
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