Every day, I trace the labyrinth with my finger. At first, it seemed a bit monotonous – walking the same path over and over again. But nothing could be further from the truth. Each time I enter the labyrinth, even with just my finger, I feel a slight tension. Will my thoughts distract me? Will I lose focus?

Today, I walked without my glasses. The lines were blurrier, and I had to pay extra attention. Along the way, thoughts arose. Sometimes I didn’t even notice them and let them roam freely. Sometimes I caught them sooner, smiling to myself. See, even here, I’m the exception that proves the rule: my mind refuses to be still, even in the labyrinth. But I observe it with kindness.

The center of the labyrinth always comes as a surprise. Even after two weeks, the path hasn’t become familiar. There’s always a moment when I think: Aren’t we there yet? And then, suddenly, I arrive – in the stillness of the center.

In that quiet space, I find a source to refresh myself. It’s a place to meet the One. The One who knows my path, who has witnessed every step I’ve taken. With Him, I find rest.

If my thoughts haven’t settled yet, I lay them down in the center. I grow quiet and listen, even if just for a moment. Today, I heard this: What you call problems are not problems. They are just thoughts. Leave them here. Don’t create problems where there are none. You are free.

With those words in my heart, I leave the labyrinth. Every day, it becomes a path to freedom.