The Door to Nowhere, Accepting a challenge from Author William D. Holland
Was it Only Yesterday?
We've all had those vivid and emotion-filled memories we believe were lived out only yesterday, perhaps the day before. Yet all the while we cling to this notion, in our heart we know it happened so very long ago. What is that yearning within us that holds so tightly to words spoken by someone we loved and will love eternally,when in truth they are echos from a distant past? We won't let go. We can't. So we cling to the words and the sound of the voice, as well as the movements made by that precious someone so etched into our very soul.
It wasn't yesterday. It wasn't even as near as a decade ago, but what does it matter? Like a door to nowhere, I choose to leave it be. I can see it and feel it. I know it's there, but if I'm to believe it leads to nowhere, why open myself to the pain?
Perhaps this door was closed and locked, barricaded from the other side by those who wanted to protect us. Is this enough for us to know or must we allow our curiosity to lead us into the unknown? Perhaps this door is quite possible to open and instantly sweep us into an abyss of total darkness, void of any form of life. It dares us to ignore the warnings, tempts us to turn the handle and walk over the thresh hold of nothingness.
See no, hear no, speak no evil. Keep your eyes focused forward and plug your ears if you must. Walk on by and break through to a better place.
The Beatles sing of "Yesterday."
And so I remind myself......
I will leave the door to nowhere, mindful that it must remain closed. I'll walk on by although I may be saddened. I wonder if the answers I ache to have are behind that door, but in truth I fear those answers that may come from nowhere.
Instead I call to mind the profound words of Alexander Graham Bell, a brilliant Scottish Inventor who walked this earth 1847 to 1922. "When one door closes, another door opens..." I want to believe for every door that leads to nowhere there are many that lead somewhere, anywhere. I need to believe that some doors lead to everywhere.
Does this not give you comfort? It is music to my ears whose sweet sounds fill my heart with hope. I've learned the difficult & painful truth that what's meant to be, cannot be deterred nor should we struggle to change things.
Just come to the realization we need to move on down the road in search of other places, new and different pathways leading to the other doors awaiting our passage.
I want to experience newness and the opportunity to realize the dreams I've dreamt while asleep and awake as well. I've had to humble myself long enough to heed the words of wiser men and women. They who have been before us and are generous and kind enough to share the wisdom gained. We don't do this often, do we? I admit that I don't. Yet I surely cannot claim that I've always known what's best for me, despite my stubbornness to insist.
Listen my friend, I hope that the steps we take will lead us close to one another. We can search for those open doors together.
Journeys always seem better when taken with a partner to help navigate and keep us awake, looking forward to each place we come to. If we stay alert I think we will see the invisible doors. Yes, that's right, invisible. The doors that can only be seen through our imaginations. They are the exclusive doors of course, because not every ordinary person can see them. Just think of all the fun we'll have and more importantly, the massive education we can earn.
We can find the Door to Somewhere!
It's true, is it not, that only a fool does not learn from his mistakes? Being that it is quite true, I'd say we should be grateful for racking up a long list of really messy mistakes. Whether we failed at least once for each and every endeavor or had a dozen love affairs that flopped in mid air, we came away all that much wiser. I might add we gain strength and patience, mostly with our own clumsiness. It's all good, my friends. Every single lousy, nasty, stupid trip and fall we've had were good. Can't imagine how awesome are the screw-ups to come, can you?
Let's make a deal. I'll keep an eye on you if you'll do the same for me. If you open a door that leads to nowhere, I'll quickly throw you a lifeline and pull with all my might. Hang on tightly and no funny stuff. Deal? If my curiosity gets the better of me, I promise you can follow carefully. My intuition is pretty damned keen. Together we can make it. If we choose to go our separate ways, so be it. We will still be all the better for having shared the ride together to our parting.
There are open doors for each and every one of us. Doors that lead to wonderful places of love and laughter, opportunities galore. It's up to us, you know. Once we take those first few steps, we choose how far we go and how much we do. The end result will be our legacy, so choose with care.
Remember what the goal was and focus on your own purpose. Not only does our very life depend upon this, there will always be those who depend upon us. Part of the beauty in this life is what we can give to others. Never worry, for it all comes back ten fold.
Funny thing is, somewhere along the way, we slowly but surely shed a large portion of our dreadful ego. It's still with us, but much more tame and contained as it ought to be. This serves us well. Just believe this. After all we've been through, I wouldn't lie to you.
I'll cease my chatter for now with one last thought. My immediate goal is to get as far away from that door to nowhere as humanly possible. When I look behind me, It will be gone from sight and also out of my mind. I know this will happen to you too.
My FAVORITE '60's group & I LOVE this song!! The DOORS!!
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