Sitting here in my bedroom, thinking of the changes I have gone through in the last week; brings me to the conclusion that life doesn’t stop for most of us. We just walk through a different door.
The one marked with the usual trademark that we recognize as our own soul, has been modified to add new dimensions to what we once knew life to be. We get used to our surroundings. We can even take for granted the routines that we have built for sometimes years.
We open a door that seems familiar to the tongue as we roll off our name, but when we walk inside, something is different. It is a house that we recognize that has four walls, some windows, wall decorations. Perhaps there are pets, or different sounds that we recognize but yet feel unfamiliar to our being.
We tiptoe lightly, trying to make sure we aren’t wrinkling something that has been running so smooth. We all of a sudden point to ourselves and ponder on how to manuever our own concepts into a place where ideas have not yet been born.
Not wanting to interrupt and yet needing to belong, we carefully and ever so gently walk through the tall grasses, making new prints that have been molded for only us, and we take the time to not cement our thoughts for fear they could be misunderstood or rejected.
A smile comes from across the room. We catch it by showing our gratitude and returning our own clumsy smile, not wanting to show our own nervousness. We let out a silent breath, and we tuck in the goodness that was just shown.
We give thanks to the good Lord above as we have conquered one day, today; and we pray for a new day to arrive with positive re-enforcement. I have made it. I walked through that strange door; the one with my name still attached, and at the end of my day, the door gently closes, and I smile to myself as I rest my head on my pillow.
Who I am 