A puzzle Piece

I often hear people talk about how we are like puzzles and how we feel incomplete when we are missing a piece. I'm not sure that I completly agree with the picture. I think that the events of today have made me ponder the life of the puzzle piece. What would it be like to be a single puzzle piece...

One could argue that a single puzzle piece has infinite possibilities, that it could be anything in the world. And yet, I think, that one single puzzle piece is void of all meaning... it is not the pieces that define the puzzle... it is the puzzle that defines the pieces. It is the picture that tells us what we are. Without a place in the world, without a purpose we are lost and often hopeless. What makes a really good puzzle is one that has only one solution, it only works when all the pieces are there. But without the puzzle the pieces have no purpose.

Words are often defined by the context of the sentence, a wide reciever can only function as part of a team...

I think many of us wander this world as a puzzle piece discarded from the box... we move from box to box looking for that puzzle that we are a part of, the puzzle is not complete because of us but it is only complete because we are there.