The empty halls rang with his words.

“It’s not you that they are scared of, or even that you are scared of. It is your thoughts.”

As if he was right next to me, his words seemed to fill the entire hallway, drowning out the bright fluorescent lights that bounced heavily against my eyelids.

It made sense now.

Walking slowly in deep thought, I found myself in front of the last wooden door.

I reached out, took a deep breath, and twisted the metal door handle.

The cold metal felt nice against my warm skin.

His unforgettable words gave me confidence in having some insight into my own inner chaos.

I felt renewed, as if I had just washed my face with ice cold water and stepped out into a nice breeze.

I swung the door open.

The beginning of a new living.