The Light That Survives the Maze

 

 

                                                    The Light That Survives the Maze

Sometimes the mind becomes an endless maze.
We walk through dark corridors, surrounded by walls that rise without mercy, blocking our way forward.
We turn back, insist, try again—and more walls appear—a stubborn, exhausting cycle that wears down even hope.

When we long for something good to happen and everything around us insists on becoming an obstacle, the night grows heavy, steals our breath, empties our thoughts, saddens the heart.

Today I feel like this: tired, discouraged, lost in silence.
Without strength to face people, noises, problems.

But despite everything, there is one certainty that remains intact, a truth untouched by walls or labyrinths: within the soul, beautiful and powerful—there is light.
And that light, at least that, continues to illuminate the path, even when I cannot see it.