Standing in a dimly lit hallway, I can see shadows of my thoughts in the distance. I can hear voices, mine, critical and judge mental. The hallway stretches long and I’m looking for the light source, it’s gleaming just a bit but where is it coming from? It reflects on the wall as I walk, timidly. I just wanna make it to the end, but what is at the end? The further I walk I realize the light I’m seeing on the wall is coming from me, and the less afraid I become the brighter the light, and the more faith i muster up the bolder it gets. Until I reach the end, I realize the only thing I was afraid of was myself.