I just have read an inspiration book.. the title's The Missing Piece -Shel Silverstein :D
the story's really touching ..
here's the story, (enjoy!) :
The piece about “imperfectness” and “satisfaction”
He’s missing a piece. He’s very sad. He set off to find the missing piece.
He rolled along, singing:
“Oh, I am going to look for my missing piece,
I am going to look for my missing piece,
Ah ha ha, on the way,to look for my missing piece”
Sometimes, he has to bear the heat of the sun.
Following that, that icy cold rain falls..
Sometimes the snow freezes him up.
Then the sun will come out to give him warmth.
Because he is missing a piece, so he can’t roll very fast...
thus, he could stop and chat with the worm, or smell the flowers.
sometimes he overtakes the beetle.
sometimes the beetle will also overtake him.
This kind of moment is the happiest for him...
He continued on across the ocean.. “Oh, I am looking for my missing piece across the land and seas, i'm not afraid of the long road ahead, I am looking for my missing piece.”
Through the swamps and scrubs, up the mountains, and down the mountains.
Till one day, he saw it and sang: “I have found my missing piece, I have found my missing piece,
Not afraid of the long road ahead, I have found…”
“Hold on”, the piece said. “Don’t sing that “ not afraid of the longroad ahead…..” yet”
“I am not your missing piece. I am not anyone’s piece. I am my own piece. Even if I am someone’s missing piece, I believe it would not be yours.”
“Orh.” He sadly said. “Sorry to disturb you.”
And he went on his way again. He then found another piece, but this piece was too small.
This one was too big. This one is slightly too sharp. This one was too squarish.
There was once when he found a piece with the perfect fit.
But he did not grab hold of it tight. And he dropped it..
There was another time, when he grabbed hold of it too tight...…and broke it.
He went along his way again. Met with some dangers, fell into a pit, crashed into a stone wall..
One day, he met another piece which seemed to be a perfect fit.
“Hi!” He said. “Hi!” the piece said. “Are you anyone’s missing piece?” , “No, I am not.”
“Then are you your own piece?” . “I can be someone’s piece, as well as, be my own piece”
“You probably would not like to be my missing piece.”. “Not really.”. “Maybe we are not suitable.”
“Don’t say that…” . “How is it?”. “Feels good.”
Very suitable! A perfect fit!
Finally found it! Finally found it!
He rolled along, because he does not miss a piece anymore,
he rolled faster and faster, faster then never before...so fast that he could not stop.. to chat with the little worm..
He can’t stop to smell the flowers too.. so fast that the butterfly is not able to rest on him...
but he could sing his happy song.
He finally can sing : “I found my missing piece.” He started to sing:
“Ummm…Bleh…Hmmm, Ummm…Bleh…Hmmm, Hmmp…Ummp…” Oh God,
He does not miss a piece now, but he cannot sing.
“I know why.” He thought. ... “There’s a reason here.”
He stopped and put down his missing piece, And left...
He moved along, and sang softly:
“Oh, I am looking for my missing piece.. I am looking for my missing piece
Ah ha ha, on the road. To look for my missing piece.”
