Identity Crisis

In the very beginning of life, we embark on a journey. We search our entire lives for the destination, the finish line of our life long excursion. Only a few are fortunate enough to stumble upon it. Only a few people in this world find who they are– where they belong.
Each character is a uniquely designed piece to the six million piece puzzle that makes up our world. They are cut distinctly, each corner precise. However, when it comes time to put a piece in its place, there are six million possibilities. Most pieces are set aside. They wait their turn to be put in their place, to find out what the big picture will be. Some pieces give up. They make their own place because they are just so tired of waiting. They lose sight of the overall goal of finding out who they are.
When I look down onto the puzzle that is earth, all I can see are the scattered, unorganized pieces. Unfortunately, this mess is our fault. Since when does a puzzle piece know better where it goes than the one putting it together with its mates? We are taking charge of a business that is not our own. We are denying God his wishes by putting our goals into a place He hasn’t destined. We chose a path that temporarily fits our needs. But what we miss is the long term potential destined for us from the beginning.
It is our responsibility to take instruction from those greater than us. If an edge piece to the puzzle says, “You don’t belong here,” we shouldn’t force ourselves into a mold that wasn’t fit for us. Each facet is designed for a specific responsibility. All that is left on our shoulders is to follow the instructions, to look at the bigger picture, and find where we are meant to be. What business does an artist have in politics? What business does a teacher have running a major corporation? Because of our impatience, we miss our true calling.
In those times when we sit and think, I mean really think, about where our lives will end, we must examine our shape. We must look to see if we are cut from the same fabric as those around us, before we launch ourselves into this success spree. Where will the success lead if we have no idea where our journey is supposed to end?
The ending destination is arguably the overall goal. But I’ll let you in on a personal secret. I believe that the journey is half the fun. It shapes us, builds character, it develops our independence. I am one of the stubborn pieces, one of the ones who think they know better than those who have gone before me. I have reshaped myself so I might fit into my place once I get there.
I don’t know your story. I can’t see your shape, only you can. Your life will be like blindly feeling through the dark until you figure out who you are. You must choose the correct path for the rest of your life– humanity depends on it. Whatever you do, make sure you don’t alter the finished product, the big picture.
Hey wait, you don’t fit here!
Jessica D. Hunt