Puzzle pieces all over again

I'm better and love is grand.

That's what I want to tell you. But sitting here I feel as if something is still missing from my life. Perhaps I'm supposed to feel this way, so that I always have something to be working toward.

My mother was never a complete person. She has told me so herself and explained that because of her own failings I will never be a complete person. I think that this is crap. My mother cannot predetermine my soul's existence. It is not something that is genetically inhierited. My soul is my responsibility.

There are lots of things it could be, but I don't know how to pinpoint one causation and tell it to go to hell because I'm happy. I am. I can say that with all truth and sincerity.

I am happy overall. Sure there is something missing, but it is just another part of me to discover, something else to work toward. I'm okay with that I like finding pieces of me, I just don't like how I feel without them.