Don’t you hate it when you focus on what you’re missing rather than on what you have? You work so hard putting the pieces together, making order out of chaos, turning a meaningless mess into something beautiful. Day after day, week after week, you see how far you’ve come, are actually proud of your progress towards your goal, but that one missing piece, the piece that no matter how much you have searched, how much you have pleaded with a higher being, remains illusive, out of your grasp forever. It negates all that you have strived for, all the good work you have done. It makes you realize that some things are out of your grasp, no matter how much you wish they could be different. Then you have to decide whether to throw up your hands and give up, or muster the courage to go bravely on and ignore what is missing and rejoice in what you have achieved.
I have worked for months on this puzzle and all I have left is the sky. But see that little white spot below the ship on the right? That piece is missing. No, I did not lose it. I have a rule when I do jigsaw puzzles: Never vacuum the floor until a puzzle has been completed. I have looked under furniture and lifted seat cushions. The piece is not there. It never was there. The puzzle company sent me 1,999 pieces of a 2,000-piece puzzle, and I am steamed. I thought of quitting, but I’ve spent so much time on this darn thing. Don’t you hate it when you’re missing a piece? Oh, you thought I was talking about life?