Does Anybody Know Where They’re Going?
So, it is often that I find myself nose up against one of those dead ends. Then, I have a choice. I can either stay there, contemplating the wall, I can stay there and rail against the wall, attempting to make my way through it by force, I can stay there and pretend that this is exactly where I meant to be, in fact, this is the end of the maze, I made it! Eureka! (That would be my denial yelling “Eureka!”, in case that wasn’t apparent.). However, reality will inevitably win the stare down and I will turn around, take a breath, and head back in the direction I came until I reach another turn in the road to choose. Hoping, always, that it ends more productively than the last.
I do this every single day of my life and as of date, that makes this my 16303rd travel day. I would consider myself, therefore, somewhat of an expert in this maze/path thing but for how lost I feel all the time.
Ever notice that the surface of the brain looks a lot like a maze? Go figure.