Over 30 years ago, I went to the south of France for a kind of active holiday. This included a cave tour. We went underground and through labyrinthine passages. We divided the entire group into two groups. Each had a guide. Our guide made a joke of not telling us what to expect. And so, on one of the routes, the corridor became narrower and narrower, even in height. In the end, we had to squeeze through one behind the other and couldn't even turn our heads. There was no going back because we couldn't turn round - and it was unclear whether we could continue forwards. Fear and panic began to spread through me. Of course, we ended up in a so-called hall. But until then it was scary. I wondered whether I could trust the guide. The question arises in real life too - who do I trust when it comes to the existential management of my life? Who do you trust with your life?
I wish you an extraordinary day!
