Doors

 

There’s a saying that when a wooden door closes an iron one opens. I don’t know how much truth there is to this statement but I’ve been thinking about how sometimes endings are also carefully disguised beginnings as well. Sometimes endings are abrupt and sudden, other times they are slow and gradual fading away. 

In letting go do we allow space for something else to grow? Or should we instead figure out how to create more space? Maybe the answer is a little bit of both. The week is almost over, and I can certainly say it’s been one of the most intense weeks of my life for a lot of reasons.

Coming back into my life again I don’t know what’s going to happen. Probably sink into a deep depression again; a hole I’ll never get out of. I can hardly remember many times in my life when I was truly happy, it’s mostly been intense depressive sadness, whether repressed or expressed. 

I guess if there are endings maybe there are also new beginnings on the horizon. I kind of don’t care anymore. Life is shit and it’s probably just going to get more shit. I should be grateful for my life, right? I have so much that some people don’t have but I’m also just so miserable and broken. 

Well, here’s to whatever iron door opens soon.