The Door

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

The box. The door. The crumbling brick. It begged me to enter.

The box. The door. The crumbling brick. It begged me to enter. A voice from beyond the door beckons me ever closer, as one calls to a long-lost love. There is, however, a subtle hint of darkness hidden amidst the familiarity and wanderlust. This specific brand of darkness suggests a veritable pandora’s box of possibilities. There is now a choice to be made. A risk to be either taken or locked away. But the subtleness of the summon’s duality successfully conceals its true nature. As such, I find myself perched precariously on the edge of a precipice. One wrong turn would send me plummeting into the obsidian void below. I turn my eyes to the door and aggressively exclaim, “What are you to merit a crisis such as this?” Silence is all that follows. I now begin to question myself. Is the voice calling me from beyond truly from beyond, or have I simply allowed my mind to run rampant? Now that the bleak tendrils of doubt have taken hold of me, it is almost impossible to set myself free from it. Doubt seeps into my very soul like an infection; relentless and cold. It is difficult to believe that this ordeal began with a door and a voice calling to me from beyond it. I feel lost and melancholy. But, suddenly, I am hit with a startling revelation. The choice I have been agonizing over, the near-impossible situation I am faced with is not individual. It is societal. And the voice I hear from beyond the door is calling me to change. It is calling me to overcome my fear and take a stand against the crowd. I have now found my purpose; It has been revealed to me through the darkness surrounding my mind. I must rise above human instinct and defy society’s aversion to change, and then lead others to do the same. I will encourage them to listen to the begging of the voice beyond their own door and to open it, just as I am about to. I reach out my hand, grabbing onto the knob, testing it in my hesitation. A tingling warmth spreads through my body; A promise. A promise to do better; A promise to be more than I’ve ever been; A promise to change the world. I open the door and breathe deeply as I enter into a new age.

 


Submitted: May 14, 2021

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