I
sometimes feel like I’m in a befuddling maze, which is why, perhaps, I often feel
“a-mazed” by everything around me. Like many of us, I enjoy pretending that my
life is laid out in well-marked roads, and that I know exactly where I’m going
and how to get there, but the truth is that I’ve been in an almost daily maze
since November of 1941. Honestly, I still have little or no idea who I am or
why things happen or where I should be going, and it is in this sense that I
feel almost constantly amazed, as though I’ve been endlessly strolling in a
maze for 72 years. Perhaps, though, I should say “labyrinth” instead of maze,
for in a labyrinth there is no worry of being lost, since all paths in due
course lead to the center and back out. A labyrinth is a light-hearted place to
be, since all choices are somehow the right ones, and seeming mistakes end up
showing you the way. I guess life, for me, has been like a puzzling but
relaxing labyrinth. It’s like a maze made for my pleasure and instruction, a
place where patience can turn mistakes into miracles.
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