Labyrinth of Regret

Stumbled into a room where the carpet’s knots form a labyrinth that mirrors the choices I’ve made—each thread a regret I hadn’t wanted to pick up. My cat, a silent judge, watches me shuffle between shelves of unsorted journals, as if trying to solve a riddle I keep refusing to solve. If this is the pattern I live in, then I’m terrified of chaos, yet I keep insisting that nothing’s ever truly random. The only thing consistent is that I overthink every little misstep, turning indecision into a ritualistic exercise in futility. In the meantime, the light flickers, and I wonder whether it’s signaling the next inevitable choice or just mocking my futile attempt to tame it. #patternseeker 😑