Maze of Mirrors

Achieving “Enlightenment” is difficult. Exceptionally so.

To explain metaphorically how difficult it is; imagine navigating a maze where all the walls are covered in “fun house mirrors”.

There’s a candle at the center of the maze lighting your way, and that’s the objective. But it looks like it’s everywhere and after awhile… you really start questioning if the candle is even real.

Many give up, they say “the cake…er…candle is a lie”! We find a mirror and call it our candle, and that’s our “Truth” as we consider ourselves Enlightened with our Spiritual Ego!

Thankfully, I learned a trick for navigating mazes when I was a child; while playing some Jurassic Park game on the SNES. Always got me to the end of a maze quicker than any other method.

To everyone else, it looks like you’re going the wrong way, it looks like you’re stupid, it looks like you have no clue what you’re doing. You just smile, say “you’re right” and keep walking.

The closer you get to the end, the hotter and darker it all appears to be. The candle looks even further away than ever before. The closer you get… the further away it looks?

How can that be right!?

Most turn around at this point. I… trusting that my method would work in this maze, like every other maze… just kept going. Then when you finally reach the end, it’s a dark room with a pedestal. Instead of a candle, you see a sticky note.

The sticky note reads: “If you’re reading this, you are now the Candle. Good Luck and Godspeed!”

Was the Candle a Lie? I have no clue. But apparently now people actually seem to listen to what I say instead of just telling me I’m wrong. Maybe they see something I don’t. When I look inside of myself, all I see is Darkness.

When I look at them… all I see is their Light. And it pains me that they don’t see it in themselves too. So… I try to be a Mirror… and show them the Truth. Sometimes… that’s painful for them. They don’t like who they’re pretending to be and when I show them… it hurts.

It wasn’t my intention to hurt you though! I treat people the way I want to be treated, and I assume others do the same. So when you treat me a certain way, I will still start treating you that way too!

It’s called Respect.

No matter who they were or could be though, all I can see is the Light inside of them. The same Candle. In everyone I speak to. They are the Light they are searching for. I’m just their reflection. But I’ll never be as good as them.

They’re Real.

And me…?

While I might be Alive…