I’ve crossed the threshold of many doors throughout my life. Some of them I slammed shut in anger, without a second thought, letting the echoes of my broken heart fill the silence. Others I closed with trembling hands, my heart heavy with regret, tears slipping down my cheeks as I bid farewell to what was once dear to me. A lot of the doors I’ve crossed through locked behind me, but I didn’t notice until I found myself desperately trying to open them once more. With desperate fists, I’d beat against them until my fingers bled, pleading for just one more chance. But life is unforgiving in that way. Once a door closes, it rarely opens again, no matter how much we wish it would.

Sadly, there are no revolving doors in the real world. Each choice, each path taken, is final in its own way. We must choose our doors carefully, with slow deliberation, understanding that the wrong choice might lead us down a path we never intended to take. And yet, even with all the caution in the world, there are doors that will lead to paths disguised in beauty. Oh, how we long to take those paths. Sometimes, we can slip through the door unnoticed. But then there are times when the door will close for us. Right when we least expect it. As if some unseen force were there to gently push it closed.

Those are the doors that hurt the most—the ones we think we want to keep open, the ones we cling to with all our might. But as much as we resist, the unseen force seems to know better. It pulls the door shut, despite our protests, leaving us to stand in the hallway, bewildered and lost. In that moment, it will feel as if the walls are caving in and the world is crumbling. But, in time, we may come to understand that it wasn’t the right door after all. And only then will we be grateful.

So many thresholds I’ve crossed, so many doors have swung open and closed in my life. Each one has left its mark, a bittersweet reminder of the passage of time, of the choices made and the roads left untraveled. The journey isn’t over yet. There are still doors to be opened, still paths to be walked. But with each step, I know in my heart that the unseen force will guide me, hold my hand, and walk beside me until the very last door swings shut.’