Doors

When one door closes another one opens.


Often, when these certain doors are slammed on us (or so it feels like) we are just so shocked, that all we can do is stare at it. Stare at what could have been, what was.

Is that really the point of life, to stare at closed doors?

This is my problem. Out of all the things in life, what I find I struggle with the most is looking back, wishing that I could do it again, wishing that I could change a moment in my past so that I wouldn't have to be sitting here, writing this. Writing that I know I have a problem, that I know that I have tried everything to fix it, but no matter what, I can't move. Stuck in a frame of mind, waiting for everything to stop and go into reverse.
What is wrong with me?
Sure, I can be an intelligent person, but I feel absolutely dumb when it comes to the knowledge of letting go. I know there is a part of me that yearns to look for another door, a new light, a new beginning; but my mind screams at me, "Wait another minute! What if it opens again, and you're gone?? You've always wanted this!"

No, it will never open again. Maybe it has in the past, but what are you doing to yourself? There is a world out there, and all you want to do is sit around waiting for it to come crawling back to you. This is no way to live, to think.
That door; forget it. Years from now you'll be wishing that you had. You'll be wishing that you had gained enough courage to turn your back on it while you still could, that you could just turn around and see that you have more than you realize.
This is it, this is your chance. It's time to stop worshiping doors and opening your eyes.

It's time to live.