The Missing Piece

 Puzzles are interesting, comforting at times, but frustrating when just one piece goes missing. That single gap is enough to ruin the entire picture. No matter how close we were to finishing, it still feels incomplete. Usually, the missing piece is somewhere nearby, under the sofa, stuck to your notebook, or sitting unnoticed on the table. And yet, you search the whole house, stressing over something that was never really far.

It’s the same with us.

Sometimes, one just craves for one missing piece, sometimes the piece is as simple as a hug, a pat on the back saying “you did your best,” or maybe sometimes it’s just as simple as a few hours of sleep.

But instead, we search everywhere, thinking it’s money, validation. We dig so far outside that we forget to look beside us. Around us. Sometimes, the missing piece was right there all along.

Luckily to some of us, they find their missing hug soon, which searching for something else, but for some, who actually crave for appreciation, we fail to get either.

And the hunt for the missing piece just goes on with the hope
Quiet. Constant.
Each of us carrying that one small space where something still feels undone.

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