Life is a labyrinth, a maze with no way out.

Or maybe there is a way out, but it doesn’t matter. Time isn’t long enough to get you that far anyways. The only thing that matters is the belief of an exit. It’s the hope, the striving for, that keeps you alive. What if the purpose isn’t to get out but to get to know the place we are seemingly built into and the company we seek with? Can we change the definition of what it means to win? What if we knew that one day we’ll be on the other side of the hedge, without any effort of our own? That this fate is inevitable?

Maybe faith is a trust-fall over a cliff that you were pushed over the day you were born.

Can’t see the bottom, but you’ve been falling for so long you forget that it might even be there. Start to forget that you may actually be headed somewhere, believe that maybe this is just the new gravity and you’re standing still. Forget that you might actually need saving once the velocity of the passing years comes to a sudden stop.

Maybe life isn’t a scavenger hunt after all. Maybe we don’t need to find all the answers to win it. Maybe we don’t need to win it to live it right.

I don’t pray for answers and outcomes anymore,

only endless refills of hope.