Day One (documented)

Continuing on my way, the path of my maze grew light today. In pastel blues, the sky beamed above me as I journeyed forth, on and on. Not without struggle, mind you. It would seem that the builder of the maze had lain links of rope about the ground. Despite the soft breeze, the warm sun and the crisp colors of the day, I found it quite necessary to keep my eyes where I walked.

Indeed, not once, but twice did my gaze hold too high for my feet to follow safe motions, and a trip or two resulted.

The funny thing about falling in a rope course? The ropes hold you up…

Besides the knotted situation below, sweet songs of lark filled the sky. Accompanied by a warm drizzle, I felt as though I had on my first memory of a summer’s day. When not encountering the riggings at my ankles, I walked with long strides. I felt the starched cotton of my slacks gently batter my legs as I moved on through the world. I was doing good. I felt a strength in my fingers, and my eyebrows furrowed slightly with every shift of my gaze.

Within any confidence, like any good fighter will tell you, constant offensives will take away from defenses, and I never saw it coming until it was too late. As I managed to my feet once more, I looked in front of me and faced my opponent. His claws were sharp, and his eyes were as black as his stripes. We grappled, yet he did not attempt killing strokes, but simply challenged my gestures and will. My hope to progress onward had hit this exotic feline snag. I threw him off my back, after prolonged wrestling, and he landed on his feet. We locked eyes. We locked. Eyes. We. Locked. And in guaranteed displacements, the tiger fell apart.

Only prior experience had taught me this way to treat such a challenge, and certainly, not all challenges can be met with sheer reasoning.

I’ve made camp for the night, outwith my original site, but an early return in the morning should provide no hiccup to the vanquishing of tomorrow’s goals.

G’night.