The missing piece

My favorite book right now is “The missing piece meets the big O” by Shel Silverstein. It’s the most simple, yet beautifully profound book examining relationships. Like many people, I was convinced that I was a whole person, that I was rolling along with my significant other as two whole people. Retrospect is much clearer, however, and now I realize that I’ve actually been the missing piece all along, depending on someone else to make me whole. It wasn’t until I chose to be alone, to face my scary truths, that this clarity has washed over me. In the carnage of my destroyed marriage, I somehow found the truth, and more importantly, myself. I am the missing piece no more. I am filling my voids myself, I no longer depend on someone to make things okay for me. I make things okay for me, with lots of help from God. So I’m rolling now, a true Big O, rolling alone, but I’m doing it on my own. From now on, if I find another person to share life with, it will be because I want them in my life, not because I need anything from them. And this thought makes me feel good because I am aware now. And I am healed and whole.


About samlobos

I am an avid fan of creating narratives in my head about random experiences and quotes for future books I will probably not write. I harbor a 15 year old girl in my psyche and like to solve world issues when I'm half asleep. View all posts by samlobos

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