The Missing Peice

We just got done watching a youtube video, Shel Silversteins "the Missing Peice." The story is of a, well...pacman like figure. Whos missing a piece so he can't roll very fast, he feels incomplete. On his journey to find his missing piece, he stops to smell the flowers; feel the rain, lay in the sun, and chat with worms. On his trip he finds many pieces, all of them not fitting, and so with a heavy heart filled with doubt and dissapointment, he continues on his way. However when he finds his missing piece, he discovers that things aren't the same. No longer can he stop to smell the flowers, or talk with the worm. He can no longer sing, and just rolls and rolls. The messsage I get out of this poem may be a little different than what everybody else does. People are in such a hurry to find what their missing, to discover something that makes them seem complete; that they rush past all the beauty and joys of life. They don't have time just to lay in the sun, or stop and smell the flowers. They aren't inspired by the beauty of nature and life, simply driven by the desire to find something they believe is missing. And sometimes, when they find that piece that they believe is missing, they discover the truth. That the energies they put in to countless hours of searching, wasn't what made them complete, or made them feel like they had found their missing piece. Instead they continue on, and like the character in this poem, needing to go on not just searching, but living. Stoping to enjoy the serene of the search, the small things that pass us in everyday life. The little joys that are often overlooked, but are the key to helping fill the missing peice.