“You emerge victoriously from the maze you’ve been traveling in.”
Life sure does feel like a maze, does it not? Wandering looking for the right direction, knowing at any moment we might walk right into a wall. The worst part is that we are often doomed to back-track. At best, we find ourselves busting through the wall but only to find ourselves lost again, with little frame of reference. It is part pre-determined and part under your control.
There is no alternative to being yourself. I think mostly it has to do with your attitude along the way.
You have experienced parts of the maze behind you, but not all of it. Has it shaped you? A product of our experiences or not, we have got to start listening to the scale to which we define ourselves. The confusing reality is, often the walls are miles apart and filled with millions of people. Life isn’t long enough to assume you can deduce the way out through guess and check. The cheese might not be as close or as far as you think. Without tangible walls to give a sense of direction or a map to the maze ahead (or the one being built), why are we full of this concern. You can define ‘this’ how you like, but even if the concern is not to have one, what is it in context to?
We often look to our most local of mazes through which we see ourselves traveling, forgetting the immensity of the one we are actually in.
Leave your home, find your car (or the nearest bus stop), and think about how well you seem to navigate the most local of mazes. You are probably doing just fine along life’s maze. Stop looking for the walls, looking for the end, and fearing the retracing of steps. Otherwise, the cheese won’t have a smell anymore and your sense of direction will be localized to the smaller of life’s mazes. Because the local maze you might be stuck in, is the one inside your head.
“You emerge victoriously from the maze you’ve been traveling in.”
Don’t create context, walls to define yourself against. Self, defined, is limited to the scale of what you define it against. There is no alternative to being yourself, amidst walls you can’t see and contexts you can’t begin to define.
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A fantastic interpretation and excellent advice. I often end up worrying about something simply because I’ve lost perspective and find myself in a “local maze,” as you call it. I think study abroad has helped that a bit, though. You may not know the language, where exactly the airport or bus stop is, but eventually you WILL end up in Barcelona