Keeping doors open or closing them has come up in conversation recently, particularly in regard to relationships....all kinds of relationships. I tend to be a "leave the door open" kind of person. Sometimes it might be wide open and other times left so slightly ajar it might appear closed. It's nearly impossible for me to close a door finally and completely. Things change, people change, circumstances, needs, perspectives all can change. And we change whether it's in our plan or not.
With that in mind I'd rather leave a door open because you never know who or what might enter at any time. It would be a shame to miss an opportunity because the door was shuttered and locked.
When I was younger and more volatile I slammed many a door feeling the power of that mighty wallop. But time has taught me that often I wanted or needed to open it again and it's a hit to your pride when you do that. Now it seems easier to leave a door open a crack just in case.
Of course, there are some times when it is necessary to slam the door, lock it and throw away the key. Some situations or people are that unhealthy for you.
If old boyfriends and I had not left the door open a bit we never would have had the opportunity to become life long friends. There are people and institutions that in the heat of the moment my first response would be to shut them out forever but now in retrospect I'm so glad I didn't. It would have been a mistake and I may have never been able to pry it open again.
Often I dream about doors. At times they are wide open and I walk through curious and confident. Inside I usually find parties and interesting people. Other times I walk into a beautifully appointed room and I am there alone, able to take in the wonder of all the interesting objects. My favorite door to enter, in a repeated dream, is into an attic space that is incomplete...just floor, ceiling and studs where rooms might be built. So much possibility. Recently I had a dream of trying to get into the door of what appeared to be my home The front of my house was totally overgrown with vines and shrubs. I had to go around to the side of the porch and crawl over stickery bushes to gain entry. Once inside there was broken glass on the floor. Unlike most of my dreams that seem to suggest opportunity and excitement this one was rather ominous and seemed a warning to not force a door to open when it may be better kept closed. Just a thought....dreams are dreams....we can imbue them with meaning or merely look at them and say....Wow, that's interesting!
Doors are like gifts in a way. We won't know what's there until we open them. Might be glorious or could be a pile of broken glass. My curiosity will always get the better of me I think. Broken glass can be recycled into something beautiful.
"We keep moving forward opening new doors and doing new things, because we're curious and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths."