It
was largely an exercise in haphazard guessing.
You know how it is: you look at a gap in the puzzle and try to find the
piece that will fit there, but you try dozens of pieces that almost fit before you find the one that
does. There are a lot of what feel like
educated guesses along the way – based on the surrounding pieces, it seems as
though the color and shape of the missing piece should be obvious. When the piece turns up, you discover that
you were imagining it all wrong: you thought it was mostly red, but in fact it
has a lot of green on it that you couldn’t have predicted. The educated guess was not as educated as you
thought. Even knowing (because you’ve
been peeking at the box) what the picture will look like when the entire puzzle
is finished, you will still make hundreds of little errors when it comes to
specific pieces.
I
always do this, constantly and without realizing. I imagine places before I visit them and
people before I meet them. I think I
know enough to guess, but guessing is a dangerous business. Someday I’ll learn and stop creating such
detailed expectations. Surprise me, I’ll
say. And just like a missing puzzle
piece, it will.
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