The Door
People come and go as they please. That’s a fact. And that’s why we have doors - so we have a say in who we let in. We should have mental and emotional doors too. Because when something is a fact, and when it plays out, you can’t blame it on people.
You can only blame yourself for being ignorant. But my life...I have never had a door. It’s one of those door-less offices that are cool and inclusive and non-hierarchical. Because I don’t judge and I don't think I’m better than anyone and I always try to make people feel good about themselves and encourage them.
I let everyone in my home and my heart. And you know, some people are kind. They leave their shoes out in the corner and bring me plants and scented candles. Some others always bring takeout and wine and we have magical nights.
Some help me fix things around like that lop-sided stool and that chipped wall. They help me without demanding acknowledgement but there’s gratitude anyway. They also have their home and their goals so they go on their way eventually. I like those people, and they know they can come and go as they like. Then there are those who bring in their muddy shoes and keep their feet on the coffee table and leave the wrappers of chocolate right where they ate them.
But you know what? I’m okay with them. I’ve dealt with a lot of lazy, clumsy and selfish people in my life. They aren’t even the worst. I’ll tell you the ones that are. They are those people who come in and tell you how to live your life and run your home. They change your kitchen arrangements and paint your pastel blue walls black and kill all your plants and burn all the books. And for the longest time you don’t even see what’s happening. How they are overpowering your thoughts and beliefs, how they are being manipulative in their dealings.
And when one of those lovely people from earlier come along inside with freshly baked bread happy to see you after so long, they are horrified to see what’s become of your lovely home - what’s become of your lovely disposition. They try to put some sense into you and you know they are right.
When you gather the courage to ask the unwelcome guest to leave they tell you that you’re nothing without them and that your home is better since they came in and fixed it. That night you sleep not sure if they will try to murder you in your sleep. But they do worse - they drug you and leave you in some stranded place and you just can’t find your way back home, you can’t find your heart or your soul.
You walk around shoe-less and aimless and thoughtless and numb. Thank god for those lovely people who help homeless people. Because if it wasn’t for them, you’d probably fall into a ditch and just stay there until death came for you. Can I let you in on a secret though? No matter how grateful you are to them, you have to leave their home at some point.
You don’t owe your newfound heart or hope or life. Just remember that as you build your next home, you build a big, sturdy door with a peephole and a few locks. Don’t stay shut inside forever, no. But please always see, wait and evaluate before you decide to open and let another person enter. Have a password maybe - whats the question? I don't know but if their intentions are earnest and their heart is sincere, they will know it even if you don't.
You can only blame yourself for being ignorant. But my life...I have never had a door. It’s one of those door-less offices that are cool and inclusive and non-hierarchical. Because I don’t judge and I don't think I’m better than anyone and I always try to make people feel good about themselves and encourage them.
I let everyone in my home and my heart. And you know, some people are kind. They leave their shoes out in the corner and bring me plants and scented candles. Some others always bring takeout and wine and we have magical nights.
Some help me fix things around like that lop-sided stool and that chipped wall. They help me without demanding acknowledgement but there’s gratitude anyway. They also have their home and their goals so they go on their way eventually. I like those people, and they know they can come and go as they like. Then there are those who bring in their muddy shoes and keep their feet on the coffee table and leave the wrappers of chocolate right where they ate them.
But you know what? I’m okay with them. I’ve dealt with a lot of lazy, clumsy and selfish people in my life. They aren’t even the worst. I’ll tell you the ones that are. They are those people who come in and tell you how to live your life and run your home. They change your kitchen arrangements and paint your pastel blue walls black and kill all your plants and burn all the books. And for the longest time you don’t even see what’s happening. How they are overpowering your thoughts and beliefs, how they are being manipulative in their dealings.
And when one of those lovely people from earlier come along inside with freshly baked bread happy to see you after so long, they are horrified to see what’s become of your lovely home - what’s become of your lovely disposition. They try to put some sense into you and you know they are right.
When you gather the courage to ask the unwelcome guest to leave they tell you that you’re nothing without them and that your home is better since they came in and fixed it. That night you sleep not sure if they will try to murder you in your sleep. But they do worse - they drug you and leave you in some stranded place and you just can’t find your way back home, you can’t find your heart or your soul.
You walk around shoe-less and aimless and thoughtless and numb. Thank god for those lovely people who help homeless people. Because if it wasn’t for them, you’d probably fall into a ditch and just stay there until death came for you. Can I let you in on a secret though? No matter how grateful you are to them, you have to leave their home at some point.
You don’t owe your newfound heart or hope or life. Just remember that as you build your next home, you build a big, sturdy door with a peephole and a few locks. Don’t stay shut inside forever, no. But please always see, wait and evaluate before you decide to open and let another person enter. Have a password maybe - whats the question? I don't know but if their intentions are earnest and their heart is sincere, they will know it even if you don't.
