An opportunity

 

Life is an empty room

We are confined to four walls

We must splatter paint, build a structure

And continue sculpting until we fulfill our desires

But wait, suddenly, a door opens

At first glance we merely see an open door, an opportunity

Then we notice a cobweb in the corner

Eager to entangle us in confusion, discomfort

Do we walk through the door?

Take the chance?

Leave who we are behind to become who we wish to be?
Our minds will whisper “No.”

But we must summon the fire in our hearts

And let it burn away any sign of weakness we have

Then we must stride through the door with confidence, hope

When the light of the room fades and we are surrounded in darkness

We must allow our hearts to be like northern stars in a midnight sky

Guiding us to tomorrows of chaos, tomorrows of bliss