Sometimes I really don’t know what to think or do. I feel like I’m standing in the middle of a maze with walls so high around me there is no way I could ever climb up to get a look at which way I should go. My sense of direction has betrayed me and the sun is slowly setting, bringing on the darkness, waiting for you to bring a lantern to show me the way.
Where do I go, what do I do?
Part of me wants to charge into the unknown, consequences be damned.
Part of me wants to slide down in a corner and wait to see if some abrupt revelation will crash into me. Neither overwhelms me to action more than my fear of watching what I want slip away if I do. So I just stand at the intersection of confusion and bliss. And wait.
