Door
opens.
Entering
the realm.
Clean
Slate.
No
understanding.
Preconceived
notions.
Unsuspecting
traveler
enters the
scene.
Winding
road to
understanding.
Twists and
turns.
Minefields
dot the
journey.
Complex
landscape.
Training
along
the way.
Trap doors.
Creaky
bridges,
dead ends.
No map.
No manual.
Learning,
task at
hand.
Successful
navigation
no guarantee.
Failing,
falling,
stumbling
on the
path.
Nearly
guaranteed.
Picked up,
knocked
down again.
Staggering,
next door’s
in sight.
Rinse and
repeat.
Infinite
doors.
Endless
journey.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 31st, 2023 12:03
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Comments1
So true John, in our lives we have passed through many doors and the ones I have passed through have given me a wonderful life.
Andy
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