A maze was my idea of fun till I encountered this one. Not a guide, not another person, as if the maze was invented just for me, for me to discover, for me to reach its end. A maze that had many routes, each leading to the same destination but with a different path, with a different struggle, some are difficult ones, some are easy, but the once I choose a path, I can never trace back, I have to move forward and encounter a different road. Sure people can help from outside from the perspective of their maze, what they say might be the correct solution to their maze but not of mine. In all this the only trouble is it’s never ending. This maze called life begins, but the destination is never found because life is a journey…..