Wherever I am in the tunnel—whether it’s at the end of it, or still somewhere in the middle, or at the threshold of a new tunnel—I am deciding, right now, that I’m getting out. The best way out is going to be out.
A ladder materializes on the wall of the tunnel, and I look back and see that there have been ladders the whole way through. There was always a way out, but it was always going to involve a climb.
climbI look ahead and see more tunnel. What am I doing?
I climb the ladder and get out. Now I’m standing on top of the tunnel, and I can see the world. I see the forest to my left and right, and the mountains dead ahead. It’s a beautiful, gorgeous sunset, and the sun is about to get swallowed up by the trees. It’s winter again, and my life is about to begin.