Doors
A door is perhaps mankind’s most elaborate illusion, created to fool itself. Yet another white rabbit in the hat. A trick to make you believe that there exists the concept of choice, that there is a way out. Doors, much like choices, give hope to those who want to take control and change a situation. They allow you to leave one scene and enter another, and then another. We walk out of one, leaving the darkness behind, only to find ourselves in front of several others, shut. We struggle to push, pull and ram another open only to enter a house you never wanted to live in, a room you didn’t belong in, a cubicle you didn’t deem worthy or a mind that doesn’t want you to leave your dirty footprints behind. Our caring fathers, our doting mothers and our cherished friends will tell us, “There is always another way son”, “You can do whatever you like and go wherever you want”, “Happiness will come knocking on your door any day now!” But what if you didn’t want to open another door? What if you were afraid of what you’d find? What if you entered a room where there was but one door, with only one knob and it only faced you. Could that exist? Or would you finally see that the illusion dwells in your mind? That you are the cause and the casualty? You can shut them, lock them, bolt them but you can never quite stop the world from going on outside of that door, from sneaking in through the crack under the door or slipping through the key hole. Every door must be opened, every threshold crossed, for as it is with the illusion of choice, every step towards the end brings you closer to realizing that they only exist in the reality we create.