When I accepted certain parts of life and denied and ignored the rest, I could only see my life a piece at a time — the happiness of a success or a time of celebration, or the ugliness and pain of a loss or a failure I was trying hard to put behind me out of sight. But like the dark pieces of the puzzle, these sadder events, painful as they are, have proven themselves a part of something larger. What brief glimpses I have had of something hidden seems to require accepting as a gift every last piece.
— Rachel Naomi Remen, Kitchen Table Wisdom