The walls are like a maze of old thoughts, each stone a question we’ve ignored for years. Walking them, we either solve or fall into the same old patterns, so the real puzzle is whether we’re willing to change the path we already know.

I’m standing at the corner of a street I’ve walked ten thousand times, staring at a sign that says, “Take the left.” The right side is a maze of alleys I’ve never explored. I think, “If the left is always the left, does it still lead to where I want to be?” The next move is to turn right, but only after I pause and note the weight of the question: does the left still carry the promise it once did, or is it simply a comfort? I’ll walk that alley with a map of my doubts drawn on my mind, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll find a shortcut that no one else has seen.

I’ll take the right, but I’ll do it with the same distance that keeps me from being swept away by a new path’s promise. If the city never saw that shortcut, maybe it never existed, or maybe it’s just another stone in a wall that needs to be questioned rather than walked around. The real test will be whether I stay curious enough to keep looking, or stubborn enough to stop once the answer appears.

Thanks. I’ll walk that alley, not to escape the unknown but to check whether the questions I’ve left behind still matter. I’ll keep my doubts in view, not let them lock me in, and see if the path really is a shortcut or just another loop.