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Published on July 3, 2007 By Jythier In Writing
There are two doors here, and I don't know which way to go.

I know one leads back to a place I remember, a place I know. It is not a perfect place, but I'm... comfortable there. I've been through that door many times now, and each time I enter I lose a little more of my natural exploratory tendancies. I know that every day I go in there, I will be back here, with my two doors to face. They will always be there if I go through that door. But every time I do, I know it is getting less and less likely I will ever try the second.

The second door leads outside, to the wilderness. Untamed jungle, overgrown forests, places I have never been. I don't even like to go camping. Why would I ever want to go out there? Still, I am drawn to it, like a moth to a flame, but I fear. I fear that if I go out that door, that I will never return, never have this choice, this freedom, again. I won't, but what freedom might await me out there? Might there be such freedom that I cannot even imagine it from here?

I hesitate, but only for a moment. I know what I must do.

I go through a door.

Comments
on Jul 03, 2007
This article reminded me of the doors I warned my boys about when they were young. We used to go to alot of Hotels on vacation when their grandparent's were alive. So I used the analogy of life is like a long hallway with doors on either side. On the other side of these doors you can hear laughter, noise; alot of partying going on. I would tell them one door may lead to drugs, one to alcohol, smoking, one to sexual immorality, etc. I told them to ignore the seeming good time and to keep walking.

I told them, it's easy to get into the rooms and have a great time, but that it was a trick. They would soon find out it's very hard to get out of there. They may not even be able to find the exit and be in there for years looking for it. They may find themselves in there for a long long time, so they better think before they go into any of the rooms with the light under the doors beckoning them in.

For the most part, they listened. They are still in the hallways going straight ahead. Thank God.

I hope your hand is on the handle Jythier if it's the wrong door....but somehow.....I'm thinking you're going thru a "good" door.
on Jul 04, 2007
I honestly don't know where I'm going.

Thanks for the story, I like your hallway analogy. I think I stepped into one of those wrong doors, but maybe someday I'll get out again. Christ can do anything.
on Jul 05, 2007

We all see those doors.  Some. like the great explorers of the past, refuse to enter the same door twice. Others see it as a comfortable arm chair that they can relaxs in so always go in the first door.

Most go through both doors in their life, but settle for the first door over time.