How to escape the labyrinth?

 "How will I ever get out of this labyrinth?"

These last words of Simon Bolivar would have been forgotten only if Alaska wouldn't have asked, "How to escape the labyrinth?" 

Even since I have read this book, 'Looking for Alaska,' by John Green I have framed these words near my study table. I keep asking myself, "How can I escape this labyrinth?" Everyone is stuck in his/her/their labyrinth and as much as we try to escape it, we end up getting stuck deeper and deeper.

How could Alaska Young escape the labyrinth, straight and fast? And why can't we? Aren't we all in the labyrinth that she could escape so quickly? What are the strings attached to us? She didn't have a mother but many people don't have parents and they don't just kill themselves. Why did Alaska, of all people, escape her labyrinth? 

Guilt! It was the guilt and the feeling that she disappointed all the people in her life that made it easy for her to escape the labyrinth. That's why her answer was, "Straight and fast." It's debatable whether that answer is acceptable or not. But at least she had an answer!

How many of us think about this question and look for the answer? How the hell are we ever going to escape the labyrinth?

The real answer is: we never escape the labyrinth! That's life! How can there be a life without a labyrinth? Life is chaos, life is a labyrinth. We cannot escape it and we probably should not. It won't be always pleasant but that's why we call it "Labyrinth!" 

How to escape the labyrinth?

I have found my answer: Steady and slow.

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