Why do I feel like segments of pieces torn into?

I gather myself up and yet I still seem to be a mess scattered about 

Catching up and yet never quite meeting the mark, I fall short often 

Funny thing is, I try to live, I try to exist and not just in happiness or in the moment 

I reach for that true Joy, the ultimate bliss, sometimes in my fragmented state I’m able to touch it 

But only when I remember that life is a gift and that my days are not promised to be, but most of all 

that my existence is not some scientific evolution but a purposed filled destination of endurance 

so I will continue to pull myself together in all my scattered pieces until one day I am truly reconnected and whole!