Open Doors

I grew up being taught to believe that peace of mind might come with genuine effort. Nothing is free, it is all dependent upon passion and desire. So even in the worst of times, we can rely upon our inner strength to drive us through the mire to open waters where we might breathe freely again. It really is up to us to keep that faith open for the benefit of our own lives.

I will never forget one time staying in a friend’s home solo for a few weeks. I would wake in the morning to the sound of doves cooing from a flat nearby. That sound was beautiful and I looked forward to it every morning. It was a simple treat that I couldn’t orchestrate myself, it just occurred. I would lay in bed, eyes open and listening, and thinking there is a reason this is happening in my life. For me, in that moment, it was describing how helpless we are to what is happening around us. We must just take it in, and let it lead us to wherever we might land. That experience often left me weeping in the morning. It was part of the reality of how something so simple could have a marvelous impact on our day, on our lives.

Doors open and close. The maxim – for every door that’s closed a new one opens – is a good adage to live our lives by. It could mean we are always open to opportunities to fix the inadequacies we might face in our lives. We have the chance to decide upon our own. 

Tonight, I’m debating how to put this idea into words. In my life, I have dealt with a lot of doors slamming, and the crack of a door offering a new look into the next adventure ahead. I feel like these journals are part of that reach, that desire to redefine my life, to find peace in my travels.

I’ll always believe those open doors will remain available to help me rewrite and design my own authentic self. The journey always lays ahead, simply reach for it.