There are a lot of doors in our house. One is the main door. There is one for the kitchen, the bathroom, the storage room, the master bedroom, the guest rooms, the gaming room, the walk-in closet, the basement and many more. I would like to call this place a mansion instead of a house. Everything was here. I have entered every door here. All except for one.
That one door that I could never grab a hold of the knob, I have never once stepped near it. It burns my eyes just looking at it. Thinking about touching its knob, twisting it open and taking a step near it gives me anxiety. But I was curious of that door. If enter that dimension that I have never once been to, will I come out alive? Will I still be able to live in this mansion that I hold dear?
This door is different. It’s scary and big and intimidating. It screams at me. It frightens me. It hurts me. I want to have the courage to get near it. I want to build up my confidence and step towards it. I want to enter a new world that I have never once been. Is that too much to ask? Is being locked up in this mansion enough to explore the world?
That door is my hope. It is my escape. It is my dream. It is my goal. Taking a hold of its knob already requires a great energy and effort but am I willing to take the risk? Can I do it? Will I do it?
My answer is yes.