The Door

I'm looking out of a broken window onto the dreary, gray street outside. My heart is heavy. I'm tired and joyless. I tell myself that its no use. I've done my best, done all I can with these circumstances. I am alone, for my despair has chased everyone away. I stand and watch life pulsing along outside my window as if nothing else mattered.

With a heart-heavy sigh, I turn away from the window and face the ugly room. Nothing in this room pleases me. I see the contents of this room and believe them a reflection of me. In disgust I look around me, glancing at the things I've accumulated. I am not comforted. I see a huge, dark door at the back of the long, barren room which wasn't there moments before.

In amazement, I move closer to see if I'm imagining things. The door looks heavy, made of some kind of rock. Standing inches away, I think I feel slight vibrations coming from this stone passageway. The dark stone door silently calls to me, singing to my heart.

Hesitantly, I put my hand upon the surface of the stone. Shockwaves reverberate throught my body. Chills run up my spine and the top of my head tingles, hair standing on end. I hurriedly pull my hand away in fear.

I stand back in utter amazement. I can't get my mind around this. I'm curious. What is it? Where did it come from? Why is it here? With this thought, I look around me again. And I see my life of despair, hopelessness, pain and lonliness.

Looking back at the door, possibilities of what may be behind it start to form in my mind. What have I got to lose? Do I have enough courage and strength to find out what is behind that door?

Curiosity gets the best of me and I go to the door determined to discover its meaning. I see a symbol engraved on the the monolithic rock. I suddenly realize what this door is. It is the DOORWAY of CHANGE.