“It’s like the people who believe they’ll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn’t work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. If you see what I mean.” ― Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book The choice is to enter or not. I stood in front […]
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Labyrinth

“It’s like the people who believe they’ll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn’t work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. If you see what I mean.”

― Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book

The choice is to enter or not.

I stood in front of a large arched door, covered in grass, it was already slightly opened, but I couldn’t peep inside though for it was all dark around, for I could not see. Many times have I got there, all of which I turned on my heels and left, not this once, I was hesitant but stubborn enough, intuitive enough to push that large door, with slippery grass-covered handles, and go inside.

From the look of it, I was inside a labyrinth, high shrubs guided the way, and coloured shiny stones tickled my feet.

A labyrinth has only one path. It is unicursal. The way in is the way out. There are no blind alleys.

That’s what I kept telling myself along the way, every time I went deeper inside, I had that feeling in my guts urging me to go back, to step out of it. I knew though, that with every step inside, there would be no more blind areas in my soul, no unknown subconscious tricks, no hidden secrets. All layers of my deep self were to fall and scatter one by one as I got nearer to the center, as I got to the core of my being.

Is someone ready to venture the spiritual path and shed all of his masks along the way? Is he ready to give up his demure, his allure, the image he spent all his life knitting, and wear his true face? A person is not ready to be no one, but is always someone else. We’re raised not to be comfortable in our own skin, we build layers and layers onto our souls, and a labyrinth turns into a maze, with many doors, turns, twists and blind alleys, our deep selves become a puzzle that need to be solved, and everyone including ourselves are not willing to go in, to analyze, and to find the right path into the maze and out.

I woke up, the door was gone, the labyrinth had vanished, there was no more grass handles nor shiny cobblestones, I hadn’t reached the center yet. In my dreams, the labyrinth was an unaccomplished journey, but this was not a dream intended path, this path I took a while ago, to the center and back out into the world. I broadened my perspectives, and the center is nearer every day. It wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be, with new revelations and understanding of matters.

The choice was to enter or not.

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