You see a door ahead. You open it. As the light begins to push away the shadows and your vision clears, the door clicks behind you. There is nowhere to go but forward … and still you are consumed by your journey and the thoughts and feelings that saturate you. As the click echoes in the silence and you see what lies ahead, you wonder if you should’ve ever opened that door…
Sometimes life is full of broken promises,
Sometimes our dreams are like a mirage,
Sometimes our visions become our view of someone else’s life,
longingly looking in, while we stand in the rain.
Not all doors lead to paradise and not all dreams come true.
If you knew your tears of joy would turn to tears of sorrow…
If you knew your hopes and dreams would turn to nightmares…
If you knew that everything thing the world seemed to promise,
Would be snatched away, leaving you empty-handed and empty hearted…
Would you do it again?
If you knew your hard work and best intentions would lead
to heartbreak and tribulations…
If you knew the sweet giggles and bedtime whispers would turn
to screams and defamation…
If, in the world of unicorns and rainbows,
of puppies and lovers and babies…
Where everything was simple and hopeful and bright,
A hand entered and you were handed a crystal ball…
Would you do it again?
If no one promised you goodness,
If no promised you forever,
If no one promised you a happy ending,
or an answer to your prayer…
If your visions were shattered,
and you were left holding a bloodied materpiece from years of picking up the pieces…
Would the broken reflection, soothe or ache inside?
Would you throw it down and run away?
Or would you do it all again?
Would your efforts be of value or in vain?
When life isn’t fair, is it ever fortuitous?
Is love enough to save the world if it couldn’t save you?
Is hope just a blind and ignorant veil that hides your fears or is it courageous?
Were the lessons enough to make the journey worthy?
Were the giggles enough to make the screams tolerable?
Were the whispers enough to quiet your nightmares?
Are the memories enough to fill your empty hands?
Was the love enough, to make you do it again?
Behind every door is a possibility but not a promise. There is always potential but never any guarantees. And when you turn the knob and step inside, you can never go back to where you were before. If you never open it, you’ll never know.
To all the people, who opened a door and behind it found heartache… Now that you know what was lying on the other side…
with your balled up tissues and life lessons in your lap,
Tell me, would you do it again?
