Parts and Pieces

This may be an obvious statement to some (or most) of you, but it’s just now coming to light for me: that we are made up not only of our experiences, but are perhaps a dash here and a pinch there of the people that cross our paths, however long or brief.

There is nothing quite like recognizing in someone, a bit of something you either want in yourself or is there already that they pull out and amplify. It’s like falling in love, but only the happy- floating-on-a cloud- smiling-for- no-apparent-reason feeling. Leave out the “can’t sleep, can’t eat” phenomenon. (There isn’t much that can keep me from food and absolutely nothing that can keep me from sleep!)  I’m apt to believe these things are already there, somewhere deep in us, and then you meet this person that digs it up for you, unknowingly of course, dusts it off and says, Here ya go. You’re welcome.  

It’s as if each person (and experience) we encounter, offers another piece of the puzzle that is “you.” It’s fascinating and exhilarating and scary to me, all at the same time! I’ve always thought of myself as someone with no regrets (mostly), but now I have a whole new appreciation for everything I’ve experienced and everyone I’ve met thus far. They have, quite literally, made me who I am.

And I totally get it now. Lightbulb!