Often times, when moving forward in life, we are like children who leave the door open to allow the tiniest crack of light to shine through. This is our escape route should monsters appear from under the bed. More often than not, the monsters come through the doors we left open in our past than under the bed of our present. Our insurmountable fear is our most despicable trait. We never acknowledge our fragility. As doing so requires facing that we must one day die, and are not the god’s we would like to believe. Or, that we are not as strong as we would like others to think, and we fear they will laugh at our weakness. Perhaps it our our pecking order. There is no place but first place, and certainly no glory in submission. Submission is acceptance of lack of control, when all we really have is the appearance of control to begin with. We leave doors open to escape invisible demons rather than face the very real ones within. Can we ever learn to embrace the darkness of the closed door, and come to know that the sun will rise tomorrow and we will eventually find our way out on our own?
