It's a tight squeeze to get there from here.
It's like trying to slip through a crack between two buildings.
You can barely make out a vertical sliver of light at the other side.
There is fear.
What if you get stuck and nobody finds you for days?
What if that vertical sliver of light, at the other side, isn't light at all?
It's a tight squeeze and there is no guarantee that you'll ever make it.
That's how it is when you're trying to get to the light.
That's what's required.
You have to make that journey alone, through that narrow space.
You have to wiggle and slide through, without a guarantee of success.
Along the way, each brick and crack stares at you with incredulity.
Each brick and crack whispers it's reason why you should turn back.