beautiful thought.

Doors. A piece of furniture. Wooden, plastic, metal and sometimes glass. Doors open your life to many possibilites. To a loving family after a hard day's work. To a blind date knocking nervously. To an interview that might just change your life. Some doors are able to open from both sides. Some doors only open from one. Some doors slide open. Some doors are locked. Some doors have no locks. Some doors are left abandoned. Some doors invite people. Some doors say keep out. Some places have many doors. Some places only have one door. Doors are passages for connection. Be it internal or external. Doors can be broken. Doors can be repaired. Doors can be taken apart. New doors can be installed. Doors protect you. From burglars and strangers. Maybe from ex-lovers and everything evil. Doors keep convicts confined with metal bars and chains. Doors open your eyes to a beautiful aisle on your wedding day. Doors open you to a room, where hopefully in a few hours, you would get to see your newborn. Doors open with trembling hands to a room which smells like death. Only to see your loved one alive. Some doors close from above. Some doors close and open you to a different place entirely. Some doors bring you to the next life.

Doors open. Doors close.
Doors are there for a reason.
Doors open and close in life.