When a door closes, a window opens.
Are we sure that the one that closes is the door? Maybe we thought the “DOOR” is the DOOR because it was so colorful, radiant, and strongly made by a good foundation that provides security and shelter.
But did we ask ourselves how capable are we of seeing things beyond?
“What if the opened window was actually the real door?”
How high the intelligence is and how depth the knowledge within that we now state the future?
A day came where I realized how blessed I was to be in experienced of those, yet so grateful as I was saved from the environment I thought of a secured and fruitful house of dazzling heights. I mistakenly gazed the window as the door, that when I step forward, cold wind blows through my hair, causing it to freely flex while my eyes witnessed the lights coming from a giant door God only knows where it will take me to.
Love,
Anna
