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Now that I see it, whatever that the guy said years ago seems to be true. Something that big will never last long. It’s breaking now, into two separate pieces. Well, not now. I guess it started cracking a few years ago as well but was concealed. Now it just lies bare, in its naked truth.

Not that it bothers me. I saw it coming, like an ugly boil, started small, like a lump, now it has erupted like a volcano…but it still baffles me. How such a thing that started with joy and happiness and merriness now crumbled into something long forgotten, turning into contempt, competition and comparison.

It still baffles me how that glorious big piece now lying as a huge crumbled mess, can’t seem to be together. It’s now a contest, which piece is better, bigger…which piece is right, which piece is wrong…which piece is successful, which piece is not worth thinking about.

Some pieces rejected, some pieces together, some pieces alone, some fake pieces.

Some pieces want to be heard. Some pieces want to lead. Some pieces can’t stand the sight of another piece. Some pieces want to be lead. Some pieces can’t agree. Some pieces just don’t care.

The crowing glory long gone. I should have done something but it’s too late now. I’m part of the game. I can’t do anything unless the pieces want to form the mould again.

Until then, the messed jigsaw puzzles lies ignored, although every single piece know if they fit together, a beautiful picture would be formed.

Disclaimer: This is purely fictional and has no reference to anything or anyone in particular.