I envision myself in a race. I’m at the start line with my
heels in the air ready to take off. The gun goes off. I run as fast as I can
jumping over every hurtle in my way with such ease. The finish line is in my
grasp and then I wake up from my dream of glory.
I find myself instead in a house of mirrors. Feeling as
though the end is near but sorely realizing I’m turned around. Standing looking
at myself as time has aged me. Feeling the fear to go fast—being slowed by my
blocked reflection.
Over time I learn there’s only one way in and one way out.
After days of searching I understand now that this is my maze that I’ve
created. Only I know how to navigate these walls. These superficial walls that
I’ve placed in front of me. One by one with a warrior spirit I take my wrecking
ball and knock them down. With shattered glass behind me I find my path is much
clearer.
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