Thursday, June 4, 2009
The Missing Pieces
It seems as though we are constantly looking for things to complete us.
We believe that if we just had that one particular piece in place, happiness is achieved and our current life puzzle is assembled. Everyone does it. After all, we're only human. It is embedded in our nature to want more and be insatiable.
For my perpetual single friends, it is the boyfriend card. Then there is that other breed of girls who feel validated when they receive attention from the opposite sex.
On the other hand, some of my taken friends depend on their significant others for completion.
I, like a lot of girls, have been guilty of finding a sense of finish in all of these respects, and another one. I have somehow convinced myself that a cute outfit or trendy handbag will ensure me a great time at the next social event.
Whether it's that boyfriend, compliment, confidence, outfit, weight, or accomplishment, everyone has entities they think are essential for their own consummation. When these things finally arrive, they serve to provide a false, transient layer of happiness. Eventually, they will pass and then we are only left with ourselves.
Maybe it would be to our advantage to let all of those things be there for the purpose they are there for and nothing more. If we find true completion and happiness inside of us, then it can never be lost.