I know it's cliche and all, but ever since my mom's passing, I held on to the belief that God doesn't give us something that we can't handle. It's no secret that I'm no longer religious as I used to when I was confined within the strict rules of a Catholic school, but I still firmly believe in that thought.
I guess we all have our own individual labyrinths. And the way we perceive it differs too. For me, it's simple. In our life, we go through a ton of these – challenges that pop in front of our wobbly selves, which in turn masks itself as suffering. The only sensible thing to do is be brave. Ignoring it is a coward's act. We deal with it, swim through the hurdles and road blocks that come along with it. Even if we don't know how to swim, or lose the ability to, we still fight to kick our legs and tread water until it hurts so much it becomes numb. Or maybe, hope that a buoy comes afloat to save us. The sea may be vast and look endless but there's always the sand and the shore to look forward to.
And we come out of it stronger, with a bigger understanding about life and a mightier heart.
Some embrace their labyrinth in a different intensity, some even fall into a downward spiral. The one thing that can be altered here is perspective. Tackle it with optimism and there's always a way out. Without that, you're stuck.
"The labyrinth blows, but I choose it." I have to agree with the Colonel on this. Nothing would come off by escaping it. And by going through the maze the labyrinth presents, we learn, and that's how we grow and enjoy life more.
Now, blabber aside, I was waddling through the referring URLs in my stats tab (which, truth be told I don't normally do) and I was linked to this post. So I reread it and then all of a sudden the birds were chirping while my mouth was agape because helloooo, I was just writing about the exact same thing a year after, in this post! Signs! Signs!
Aaaand, to end this. The question that started this post was from John Green's debut novel, Looking for Alaska, which I read yesterday. This morning, I trolled on his Twitter timeline and learned that for the first time since it was published seven years ago, Alaska hit the New York Times Bestseller list! And it happened during the time I was reading it! Somehow, I get to share the joy in that milestone. How cool is that? Go read John Green! I enjoyed every bit. :)
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