Doors.
Room full.
Countless.
Everywhere
doors.
Looking
deciding.
Each a
different
future.
Each a
different
universe.
Each a
different
life.
One
after another.
Passing
through.
Which to
choose?
Never ending
paths.
Never ending
destinations.
Immeasurable
combinations,
door after
door.
Navigation.
Navigating,
creating
personal
existence.
Door after
door.
Choice after
choice
existence built.
Personal reality
sculpted.
Original
odyssey.
Unique
creation.
Self.
Existence.
Infinite
doors.
Infinite
choices.
Infinite
destinations.
A personal
reality built.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Without us having the courage to go through those doors in our lives we would not be in the place we are at the moment.
Andy
Hi Andy,
Of course I agree. I sometimes wonder as we all have where I’d be today if I went through different doors. Thank you for reading.
JP
We would be in one of an infinite number of parallel universes.
wow I loved this.
Glad you enjoyed.
Thank you kindly for reading my work.
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