The Door

When I was three, my parents first took me to daycare. After a few days mom asked me, "so tell me what things are there at your daycare?" I said, "the door." She got horrified, imagining how I stood there all day long looking at the door waiting to be picked up, and took me out of there.

Years went by; I went to kindergarten, school, college... I would say I have done quite well socially. But to this day, I am fascinated by the door.

A mysterious thing, the door. Built in the middle of a wall meant to separate, the door is meant to connect. It brings the outside in and lets the inside out. Even if it's closed, the fact that it has the ability to open makes it a magnet for the eye. The door gives hope. Just a little longer, and it will open, and whatever you're waiting for will appear on the doorstep. A knock on the door fills you with anticipation and thrill: there it is, there! And opening the door may either make you ecstatic or utterly disappointed.

You reach out through the door. You open it wide and yell, "Wait, don't leave!" - And it lets your voice travel outside.

The door is your escape and your way into the shelter.

The door is the warmest place in the house.

I wish you all to see your door open to what you most desire. Today.