the Door
I am standing in front of the imaginary door. This door consoles me when I think that I can not go on anymore...with whatever "terrible" things that happen to me...
On my side of the door there is me and passions that eat me up alive sometimes, there is work and everyday routine, that drives me crazy sometimes - making me just plain happy other times.
Behind the door is the cessation, the end of what I think bothers me. There is calm of no thinking and no deciding. There is turbulence of my inner world, there is torment of having opened that door and entering, of knowing that I opened it too soon.
On the door there is a magical screen. I see happenings in the world around me, the happy and the sad events. I see other people, animals, plants going about their daily, hourly lives. Since it is the magical screen, I don't have to hear, feel or smell what I see. I can taste, though, taste life as it is - as bitter and as spicy, sour taste of grief, sweet of skies and cold of rushing rivers.
Watching life as it happens this moment or thinking about what I just saw that already changed for the next thing... Watching and tasting all that arouses a powerful urge in me - to stay on this side and turn around and look for those that I might help if only a little bit.
I know there are many doors like that in the world. As many as there are people.
5 comments:
for me it is enough to only my kids on a magic screen, is that bad?
to see
why bad? you know, when I thought it and wrote it, the screen held the outside world - in my mind, at least..
my kids are part of the world around me, a given, that i admit I don't always appreciate the way i should.
And a magical screen works like a hologram - at one point some people on the screen are closer to you, and at an other point - they are far away.... That's how it is for me.
i love the hologram image, even though it's not what i see on "My door":))
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