ENDLESS EXITS

Sometimes there aren’t enough exits for the kind of escape we think we need. The streets can feel foreign, the people shallow or driven by their own interests, and the doors around us wide open into endless directions, yet every escape only leads into a small anteroom before the next exit.

If we’re lucky, and if we’re willing to understand the message, we meet signs along the way. Sometimes they come in the shape of people, sometimes as memories that resurface in moments of exhaustion. They begin to speak directly into our soul, not whispering about us, but about themselves,sending us messages from their own escapes, warning us that the path doesn’t really have a door you pass through. It simply bends into a circle, returning us to the same place again and again.

Those doors we think are exits are, in truth, entrances.

And if we listen closely enough, if we allow our soul to read the old languages we forgot but always carried inside us, we hear the quiet truth: we are always running only from ourselves, and we always, inevitably, return to ourselves.

© Paradoxus