Monday, April 30, 2007

I'd go the whole wide world...

When I was a young boy, my momma she said to me:
There's only one girl in the world for you
And she probably lives in Tahiti
Or maybe in the Bahamas
where the Caribbean sea is blue
Weepin' away in the tropical night
because nobody's told her 'bout you...

Recently my I was around my friends when they had one other friend read through a simple childrens book, hoping that she would see the message that was embedded within. I know that she was having trouble at the time with making a few decisions in life, call it a hunch. Anyway, the book was passed on to me when she finished, I was curious as to what this message was. The book was The Missing Piece by Shel Silverstein. I managed to find the text online, which I have brought here for you.

It was missing a piece.
And it was not happy.
So it set off in search of its missing piece.
And as it rolled it sang this song-
"Oh I'm lookin' for my missin' piece
I'm lookin' for my missin' piece
Hi-dee-ho, here I go,
Lookin' for my missin' piece."

Sometimes it baked in the sun
but then the cool rain would come down.
And sometimes it was frozen by the snow
but then the sun would come and warm it again.
And because it was missing a piece it could not roll very fast so it would stop to talk to a worm
or smell a flower
and sometimes it would pass a beetle
and sometimes the beetle would pass it
and this was the best time of all.
And on it went, over oceans
"On I'm lookin' for my missin' piece
Over land and over seas
So grease my knees and fleece my bees
I'm lookin' for my missin' piece."
through swamps and jungles
up mountains
and down mountains

Until one day, lo and behold!
"I've found my missin' piece," it sang,
"I've found my missin' piece
So grease my knees and fleece my bees
I've found my..."
"Wait a minute," said the piece.
"Before you go greasing your knees
and fleecing your bees..."
I am not your missing piece.
I am nobody's piece.
I am my own piece.
And even if I was somebody's missing piece
I don't think I'd be yours!"
"Oh," it said sadly,
"I'm sorry to have bothered you."
And rolled on.
It found another piece
but this one was too small.
And this one was too big
this one too sharp
and this one too square.
One time it seemed to have found the perfect piece
but it didn't hold it tightly enough
and lost it.
Another time it held too tightly
and broke.
So on and on it rolled,
having adventures
falling into holes
and bumping into stone walls.

And one day it came upon another piece that seemed to be just right.
"Hi," it said.
"Hi," said the piece.
"Are you anybody else's missing piece?"
"Not that I know of."
"Well, maybe you want to be your own piece?"
"I can be someone's and still be mine."
"Well, maybe you don't want to be mine."
"Maybe I do."
"Maybe we won't fit...."
It fit!
It fit perfectly!
At last! At last!
And away it rolled
and because it was now complete,
it rolled faster and faster.
Faster than it had ever rolled before!
So fast that it could not stop to talk to a worm
or smell a flower
too fast for a butterfly to land.
But it could sing its happy song,
at last it could sing "I've found my missing piece."
And it began to sing-
"I've frown my nizzin' geez
Uf vroun my mitzin' brees
So krease ny meas
An bleez ny drees
Uf frown..."
Oh my, now that it was complete it could not sing at all.
"Aha," it thought.
"So that's how it is!"
So it stopped rolling...
and it set the piece down gently,
and slowly rolled away
and as it rolled it softly sang-
"Oh I'm lookin' for my missin' piece
I'm lookin' for my missin' piece
Hi-dee-ho, here I go,
Lookin' for my missin' piece."
(Shel Siverstein 1981)

It is kinda lengthy, and I am not positive if that is the full story, but nevertheless I believe that everyone should read that one at least once in their life. They should read it and reflect on it. When I read it, I took it one of the two ways that I have heard. What I saw was Mr. Silverstein telling us that you won't be complete. It may be what you want most, and what would make you happiest of all, but you will never be complete. At the time of reading this, I instantly became depressed. Will I ever be happy? Am I not supposed to be loved or find love? This was not the message that I wanted to hear from a childrens book.

My friend, who was the one that was supposed to read this said she got a similar message as me. Maybe we were both looking for the same sort of thing, and this book crushed our dreams. Oh the irony looking back... However, our friends proceeded to explain it to us as they had read it. The message they got out of it was that you are perfect how you are. You may search and search for what you so desire, but that will never make you more complete. Now I may not be a smart man, but I would say that this may have been the message we were supposed to get out of the story. But I would also say that it may be more than coincidence that two people got a completely different message out of it.

I'd go the whole wide world
I'd go the whole wide world
just to find her
I'd go the whole wide world
I'd go the whole wide world
to find out where they hide her

I guess it must be my mindset as of late that made me read one thing instead of another. Its been a busy past two weeks. In my pursuit of happiness, I was turned down for the time being. My heart drops just writing that. But I have grown up this week. I took many a new steps. I did something that I have avoided all year, I made a résumé. All year I have wanted to apply for jobs, but refrained because I didn't want to go through the trouble of making the résumé. But now I have made one, and it is saved. Though hopefullly I will get the job that I needed the résumé for. Pray for me.

Another step I took was an odd one. Odd in the sense that I never considered doing this before. I went insurance shopping. I have always been covered, I think, by my parents insurance. But when I told them I was getting myself a motorcycle, I was told I would have to cover myself with my own insurance. It is a weird feeling. I feel grown up, far too grown up.

It has been a busy two weeks, full of letdowns and growing ups. But I guess that is life.

Why am I hanging around in the rain out here
Tryin' to think of a girl
Why are my eyes fillin' up with these lonely tears
When there's girls all over the world?
Or is she lying on a tropical beach somewhere
Underneat the tropical sun
Hiding away in the heat wave there
Hopin' that I won't be long?


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