One of the talk mentioned, The Missing Piece by Shel Silverstein, to explain how we feel as a person. Do we need somebody to complete us? Why do we always have a void or missing piece in us, and why do we look for somebody else to complete it?
It got me thinking—not only on a philosophical level, but in day-to-day life too. We, as people, are raised or brainwashed to believe that there is one perfect person for us who will make us or our lives complete. We keep looking for that one person or ideal relationship, not knowing what we are missing inside. And if we don’t know that, How can somebody else complete that? Is that the reason for disappointment in our life?
We’ve all heard phrases like “motherhood makes you whole,” or “your spouse is the other half of you.. I also thought that way—that everybody needs a person to fulfill the missing piece. I always thought that Mr. Husband is so not like me, and that’s exactly why he completes me. Together, we are a combination of two different habits, two different philosophies, and two different ways of life.
But lately, I’ve started questioning that belief. What if we are already whole, just as we are? What if love isn’t about completing each other, but sharing two already whole lives?. It’s a very conflicting theory. I really need to read that book to make sense of it.
What makes you complete—who you are as a person? What do you truly need in life?
A silk for a dinner out, Mr Husband would stay home and eat simple home cooked meal, his better half could eat out any day.
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