The horizon: no mere line of sight. It is the threshold between the known and the unknown, the taut string stretched between two territories, the boundary between darkness and light, earth and sky, the unconscious and conscious, the terrestrial and celestial. On one side lies the familiar, the safe, also the suffocating. On the other side: the unknown, that vast and breathing wilderness of possibility. Here we might become something we have never been. But here, anxiety prowls and paces, because change demands we leave the valley of our boredom, abandon the rancid rooms, quit the lifeless work that drains us one hour at a time.

When we lose our horizon, we descend quickly into darkness. Yet this descent isn't necessarily destructive. It brings us to the depths of existence and allows us to discover what truly matters. In darkness, we find the hidden treasures of our soul—those parts of ourselves we refuse to befriend, yet which hold immense energy.