Seems that I’ve been clicking pieces together more and more lately. Little pieces, big pieces, important pieces, insignificant pieces. But they’re clicking all the same. Sometimes I think that’s the biggest step. Not the completion of the puzzle, but the willingness to work on it.

And you know what else? Pieces that have once been pushed aside and considered not part of the puzzle, are now falling into place. They show up on the carpet, camouflaged by it no matter what color the piece is, or what color the carpet is, and it fits.

The latter I notice with music more than anything as of late. Music I have set aside years ago, not with the intention of discarding it, but mayhap with the thought that I’ve outgrown it. Yet, somehow, it proves vital to me now. Music has always spoken to me, and even guided me to some degree. It’s one of my favorite art forms, regardless of the fact that I cannot produce it myself, or even understand it very fully. But lyrics, and the vibe of a series of notes... mmmm! It just has an effect on me. And to find that music I once deemed “unworthy” on some level is now speaking louder than music I have a deep connection to, is odd.

But I recognize the purpose. As always, I’m able to look ahead and see a greater purpose, a bigger goal. Maybe not all the details of it all, but a future nonetheless.

Clicking. Each snap another step towards something unknown. And if I got to paint the picture being pieced together, I could tell you in explicit detail what it would depict. It’s that inability to paint the picture that slows the clicking. Keeps me standing still even.

We’re supposed to be able to control our lives, our destinies. No? Or is that a tired belief of a theory that shouldn’t even be entertained. I’m not even sure now. If all of this is supposed to be happening, the ever impending “Why?” still hangs in the air. And if I’m supposed to be in control, “How?”

And the part that kills me about this puzzle... I already know a piece has gone missing. Maybe a few pieces, but one for sure. And so many other pieces have been scarred by time. Neglect. Important pieces. Pieces that may never make that satisfying click again.

But what’s the point of working a puzzle that cannot be completed?