He entered his labyrinth with a belief that he was indestructible and righteous. He believed that he was invincible and that the world owed him everything.
I watched his self-destruction, over and over, as he found himself stuck within the walls of his own limiting beliefs and behaviors. It mattered not what I thought of him, but instead what he thought of himself.
Shattered by heartache and loss and angered by other people’s inability to love and to be responsible, I watched with horror as he entered into the depths of the labyrinth hoping with all the hope a momma could have, that he would someday come out.
For months there was darkness. Fear, worry, sleepless nights and an incredible pain that encompassed each day. I wondered if he would ever make the turn back. When there was a glimmer of light it was quickly shadowed by another life-learning choice.
It is as if I am now waking from a deep sleep and the sky is beginning to lighten. The darkness has faded to reveal a man walking out of his labyrinth. In a dream like way, I see this man emerging from a field where the sun is so bright I cannot make out his face, but yet, he is so very familiar. I am blinded by the brightness that comes from his very being. Finally, I see his face and it is him.
A changed man with the world in front of him.