Life is a maze made up and dissected into separate labyrinths. They are the set of passageways within yourself you get lost in. These hold the thoughts and the fears you escape to in the dark corners of your mind.
Now, each stage of life can be taken as a new labyrinth. Some, radiate with clarity and vibrancy, and others, remain an opaque projection of the first. We thrive in the vivid hallways of our mind, taking new chances in leaps and bounds. But, we quiver in the face of darkness. It is in these dim steps that we stop.
"Before I got here, I thought for a long time that they only way out of the labyrinth was to pretend that it did not exist, to build a small, self-sufficient world in a back corner of the endless maze and to pretend that I was not lost, but home."
This was where I fell short. It is in this dusk that we cling to the shadows.
I began to take shelter in a house of memories and old friends and hurts, moss covering every wall.
It was then I heard your voice. You made me stand. You took me and forced me to the pinnacles of my jungle, to see the expanse of my web. You did not illuminate the corridors. You did not make the ground sure. You simply gifted me with a new perspective. You awakened something within me that was bigger than my labyrinth-an omnipotent glow-and I know the darkness will fight me for it. But I have been given the upper hand. I have seen its cracks and bends.
I have seen the Great Perhaps.
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