I thought I knew every door. I had memorized every hallway of my own house. Yet it is too vast, too full of hidden rooms a labyrinth with endless paths. Every now and then, a new corner reveals itself, and tragically, I realize I never truly knew it all. I thought I had already drawn the map. Yet I'm still tense. Still afraid to admit that I'm scared. Still choking on worry. Still burying myself. Perhaps, in the end, I'm still a hopeless seeker of peace. But, aren't we all?