I have yet to understand the key to life's mysteries. As each day passes, another door opens to something I wasn't prepared for. I don't know what living with no surprises is like.
Is it too foreign to even imagine? Does it involve this ongoing cycle of doors that never close? The doors keep on opening, and I was never trying to grab the knob.
I just wanted to say that I saw a door and that's it. I wasn't trying to prove anything to anyone. This door remains open as if it wants me to step inside of it and embrace change.
I never liked change at all. It was just something I had to deal with in life. That's what everyone says, though, but everyone doesn't have to keep going through that same opening door.
I have to embrace it this wretched sin that haunts me. I twist the knob with a sweaty, nervous, and shaky grip. I pull the door to myself...then...quiet and peace.
The door closes, and the cycle continues.