When you are in the tunnel, wondering when and how you’ll get out into the light is such a focus, you may trip over rough places inside the tunnel. Inside is where your will is tested, where the cold impersonal walls block your view of the pleasant everyone else seems to be enjoying…because you are going through a trial, and you are the only one who can hear the sound of the your rapid heartbeat, and the echoing of your pain.
But you are not alone. Not because the walls mock you. Not because the reverb questions your decisions, but because you do not hear, nor see what the invisible world sees. And it is there that the full picture, both the inside and outside, reveals that even in the tunnel is light.
I want to see the other side…and walk into the sunlight.