Doors

It's funny how your perspective on things can change, even when nothing inside of you has chhanged. The world alone can steal away your reference point and alter the way you approach your own existence.

When I'm in a good mood, when there is love in my heart, I can take a look at a house and see everything that's happening with it in the most positive light. I can see that while one door inside my house is now closing, another door is opening. That's just the way the world works; one door closes, another door opens. When I'm in a bad mood, when there is fear or anger in my heart, everything in the house looks like a complicated mess. One door open, and another door closes; that's the way the world works, against me.

Recently, she's been opening all of my doors. So many doors have been closed for me, and a few of them I felt I had to close on my own, but she's opened up doors within my inner psyche and opened up doors to a love I never thought was possible before.


When she's in a good mood, when there is love in her heart, she can take a look at everything that's happening within her house in the most positive light. She can see that while one door is closing for her, another door is opening. When she's in a bad mood, when there is fear or anger in her heart, everything in her house just looks like a complicated mess. One door open, and another closes; that's just the way the world works, her bad luck comes in 10s. Many doors have closed for her recently, some were closed for her, and a few she's had to close all by herself, for me.

Recently, I've been approaching her house trying to reciprocate all that she has done for me. I'm eternally greatful for all of the doors she is closing just for me - or I should say, both doors - and I will dedicate my life to opening any other door she wants me to help open. But love is not just reciprocation. I forget that, in this case, her doors were already opened. She already let someone in to her house who sullied her carpet and slammed some of her most precious doors shut. Here I am with a ring full of keys thinking all I need to do is open the doors to her most precious rooms and she'll come storming out with a hug and a kissfor me. She's a big girl, bigger than me. She'll invite me in when the carpet is clean and when the cucumber sandwiches are ready. I'm a beloved guest in her home, she doesn't want me to help clean her messes.

All the same, I hope we both open enough doors to stand in each other's corridor and realize, "It's really beautiful in here."