Like life, the Labyrinth] walk seems pretty easy at the start
when we're kids. You decide what you want to be when you grow up
and head that way, toward center. Then real life begins to happen.
Some of us carry the seeds of a physical, mental, and spiritual
malaise, one of the "isms" like alcoholism, for example. These
explode, reach the surface, and sprout. Our straight path zings
away to the side, we lose sight of center, and we circle around the
edge of what others seem to easily obtain. At some point on the
narrow path, I suddenly recall the day of my first marriage's
divorce, and I weep but keep walking. Around another tight curve on
the path, I recall my first AA meeting, while I was still in the
detox in South Amboy. Teasingly close to center again, the path
zags in the opposite direction. In obeying the order for this
second walk, I come to understand. Now I feel again the purposeful
turning away from recovery that I chose time and again, running
from salvation back to the slavery of bottle or line. My choices,
mine alone.
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