Epiphanies can be deceiving.
Once we figure out the way – Eureka! I’ve found it! – we tend to disregard all other paths. It feels good for a while but, in the fog of euphoria, we stop looking around. Holding tightly to our compass, we become crotchety.
Simply by the passing of time, the woods thicken, the shadows change places, and our breadcrumbs begin lying to us.
At this point, we get worse than lost.
We get confident in a fading truth.
And put our best effort into blaming the trees.