"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."
I adore this story... The one about the circle searching for his missing piece, but once he finds it...
he rolls way too fast and doesn't have time to talk to the butterfly, or enjoy the view and he can no longer sing his song because his mouth is full, and he realizes he felt much happier searching for his piece rather than actually having it. Shel Silverstein's simple and brilliant tale of seeking joy in the journey reminds me, that happiness is not a place or any one thing. I'm no longer searching for my missing piece, and creating instead. I'm trying to focus on embracing all the elements along my existential path, with gratitude. From this place, I write songs. (Children's music and Grown Up's music) also, I sometimes write songs to pretend I am in a completely different place just for fun. and then I roll away...