Sometimes I feel I am lost. I can be so close to where I want to reach, but the nearest path seems confusing and tortuous. I can touch it, feel the warmth of the fireplace, but I can't reach it, I can't be there.
I walk on and on, and know where I want to go and how to get there, but I always do something wrong along the way, never reaching there.
I feel like I am in an Escher painting: confusing, yet everything makes sense. Distorted, but mathematically precise.
The problem is that I can never look at it from the outside, to see the right path. I am trapped into a world of distorted perspective.
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