THE MAZE OF LIFE

 

The maze of Life......

Advait never meant to enter the maze. He stepped inside on a quiet afternoon, searching for a moment of peace from the noise inside his own heart. The hedges rose around him like ancient guardians. They were tall, breathing, almost sacred. When he paused, the silence settled over him. And in that stillness, he felt a truth rising from somewhere deep within: life had always been a maze… he had just never slowed down enough to feel its mystery.

He ran his fingers along the leaves. The walls felt like symbols, of his fears, his memories, his unspoken hopes. He couldn’t see the full shape of the maze. He didn’t know where the path bent or why it suddenly stopped. So he kept his eyes lowered, searching for the next safe step. Something inside him whispered, Walk. Not loudly, not hurriedly, just a soft, steady call. And he followed it. Maybe that quiet inner voice is the thread that guides our soul forward.

As he walked, Advait imagined how peaceful life would feel if he could rise above the maze and float like a bird, see the whole pattern, understand every twist. From that height, every delay would look like divine timing. Every mistake would look like a lesson placed gently in his path. But life keeps us close to the earth. It teaches us slowly, like a patient sage, revealing one truth at a time.

There were days when Advait felt trapped. He walked in circles, returned to old wounds, repeated the same fears. He wondered why life kept sending him the same lessons. He looked at others and thought their paths were straighter, brighter, easier. But he forgot that every soul walks through a different design. Some wander through long shadows. Some through sharp turns. Some through storms that no one else can see.

One day, as he reached a dead end. A wall so tall it felt like the end of his story. He sat down, exhausted, and whispered, “Maybe this is where I stop.” But the maze stayed silent, as if inviting him to listen deeper. And in that silence, he felt a soft truth rise inside him - no one is ever truly lost. Sometimes we are simply standing at a turn that hasn’t revealed its purpose yet. So he placed a hand on his heart, breathed slowly, and took one more step. That single step opened a new path, as if the maze had been waiting for him to take that step.

As he moved forward, he began noticing signs. The sunlight falling through leaves like blessings, strangers appearing like messengers, failures shaping him like a sculptor shaping stone. And slowly, something miraculous began to happen: the maze started rising.  The walls lifted inch by inch, as if the universe itself wanted him to see more than just the road beneath his feet.

When Advait finally reached the center, he stopped. The walls had risen high enough for him to see the entire pattern - clear, complete, breathtaking. The twists that once frightened him, the blocks that frustrated him, the detours that confused him… they all formed a beautiful mandala like design. A pattern he could never have understood while walking through it. Every struggle had strengthened him. Every delay had protected him. Every detour had guided him toward the person he was meant to become.

And in that sacred moment, Advait understood the spiritual truth of life:
We spend so much time staring at the road, trying to escape the maze,
that we forget to rise above and see the beauty of the whole design.

We don’t find our way because we know the map.
We find it because we keep moving with a steady, trusting heart   until the maze lifts,
and life reveals its hidden pattern, shining softly, like a blessing from above.