Life is a labyrinth. The path is always changing, there is no real end. When you think you have a way out, the path changes entirely. You wonder about where you are, how you got here, who was here before. Though mostly you wonder is there anyone else out there? Always dilemma after dilemma yet when you sit down and think you understand that happiness is sprinkled in between all the pain. It is not a maze or a puzzle to be solved but a lesson to be learned. Its path is circular, it has no dead ends. A labyrinth has one entrance, one way in, and one way out. We are never really lost, but we can never quite see where we are going. Sometimes we find the need to stop and think, and sometimes we even feel the urge to retreat. Life constantly rhymes but never repeats itself.