I think sometimes, if you stop and look hard enough, you'll find that your life has trawled one circle, back to where you first started.

The family love that you fought so hard to deny, is now embracing you the way it used to. The only thing that's changed is just that you have grown receptive of it.

The close friends whom you once neglected are still firmly rooted in that special place. And you'll discover that they have never moved, not once backwards, and you are in awe.

It's a continuous process. Our tribulations lead us by our hearts, onto the same thorny journeys. And back out into the clearings again, scarred but stronger.

I don't know if this is something to be celebrated, that we always emerge triumphant, or that we always have to prepare for the next trek.

One thing I'm sure: I'm glad that I'm out of the maze. And I'm prepared to be finding my way out again.