We are all born into a room filled with many doors
The decisions we make decide which door will open and which will close
Until the end, when we find ourselves standing alone in the dark
With only one door left
Jerry Brotherton
The Backyard Poet
The Backyard Poet
We are all born into a room filled with many doors
The decisions we make decide which door will open and which will close
Until the end, when we find ourselves standing alone in the dark
With only one door left
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Do we stay in the dark? Do we open the door? These few words create many thoughts Jerry and a good post to ponder through the week.
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Thanks Davy. I guess the final truth would be…did all our decisions lead us to the right door?
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A good point Jerry. We all find out one day.
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A great analogy to life, Jerry!
You remind me to keep moving forward, keep opening doors, until it’s my time for the final door…the door that will be opened for us.
HUGS!!! 🙂
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Thanks.
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