Best to be the Changing Water

So I seem to have this thing about puzzle metaphors. As in, I use them. A lot. But they seem to work for me, a good way to describe how I feel a lot of the time. I'm like an unfinished puzzle, waiting to be put together, by life, by friends and family. Not sure what I am, because the box was lost long ago, I constantly am trying to find where the pieces I have go. I have a basic outline, the outer edge, but all the middle pieces are scattered about, and sometimes people come by and take pieces, or even bits I've already put together..they say "This is pretty..." and they take it away with them. Or, sometimes, they will come by and hand me a few pieces, saying, "Is this what you were looking for?" and I say "Why yes, thank you!" and things get better. Sometimes the pieces get knocked off the table, and people have to help me look for them. Sometimes I have to find them by myself. But no matter what, the puzzle that is me keeps becoming more and more intricately shaped. I want to know what I will become, but I have no box. So I will grow and change, and shape myself, and one day, I will be a complete puzzle. And then, I will go kaput. *giggles* because that is the way of things. We are not complete as people until we are dead, because the world is chaotic, and we are always changing.

Anyways. I guess I shall leave you with those thoughts, because I need to be going to bed soon.

~neko~