The Change (a metaphor), part 3  

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2/24/2006 8:20 am

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The Change (a metaphor), part 3


The night is colder now. There is no light and no warmth. The maze has narrowed and the vines clutch at him as he can only push through at a spot of least resistance. He tells himself not to give up, but the doubts now are as strong as the night is dark and cold. He starts as vague voices seem to clamor for his attention. From where do they come? They seem to waft toward him on the cold, night air. Their confusing cacophony makes no sense. Fragments are all he can discern. "Failure," they say. "Reasons that are wrong." "Too late." "Not with you." And the ubiquitous "Not good enough." They chide him and draw strength from his frozen aching body. "You do not know what you seek." He feels paralyzed. He can no longer push through the vines, but he knows that if he stops it will mean death on a night of such chill. He pauses, and tries to draw from his last reserve of strength and hope and belief. He pauses, and now he cannot move again....

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