As in a trance, I traipse through a dimly lit corridor, where doors are ajar with a bright light shining through the opening, which is giving this passage a bit of illumination.
I read somewhere that there are no wrong choices just different paths that lead to different destinations or maybe there are different paths leading to the same destinations.
I am looking at all these doors wondering where their paths lead, are these doorways prisms, paradises, or paradigms?
Some of these doors haunt like premonitions, some are memories, experiences already had but most importantly, they are the malleable possibilities that imaginations can create. As I dally through this hallway, thinking which door would be effectual, or which has the potential to hold better memories. I stop to ponder why this should matter.
I think it is the pressure of having one chance at life, to get it right and the perpetual fear of missing out on what we think we should be experiencing.
What if there really is no such thing as what we ought to experience but the privilege of living, the pleasure of fortunate memories, love and laughter, bitter-sweet. What is the summation of a good life?
The smile we make on our faces and have reflected on others? the impact of our words, our genuine humanity, and our vulnerable moments of being good people?
I wish this was all I was feeling in this obscure passage but I am also opportune to glimpse into the life of others who I think have profound illumination and easier corridors where even their bad decisions appear to be good standing, a place where others would not mind being. They seem to have all the beauty, charisma, purchasing power, eloquence, stamina, and youthful effervescences.
As I walked further, mirror-like, I realized that others too have been viewing me as I bravely walk through the chosen door and make the best of what is on my side of the divide.
The other sojourners, who find happiness are also like me facing their uncertainties bravely, making the best of whatever courage they have been gifted or crafted.
Yet for some, it is a struggle, they stumble and fight to rise but the darkness overwhelms the dim light they carry, the tunnel forbears doom, and gloom with no end in sight to the twist and turn that is perpetual.
The thing about this corridor is that it is a construct of your choosing, you can see others too but they are on their sides of the corridor fighting their own way to luminescence. The light that you have even when it seems inadequate, you are responsible for holding it to your path, to take one step in front of the other until you can walk through the darkness into the greater light.
The other side of anguish and delay is not necessarily happiness, it may just be growth and stimulation. The type that helps you become aware and assured that you can overcome anything that comes your way, making it easier to trust your abilities to conquer.
Understanding that the path was not supposed to be easy makes it bearable because now you know that you can spend time sharpening your bravery, being ready to take on the unknown as many times as you’d need to walk through that door where the light is complete.
Clarity is forbearance too.
It is conscious mindfulness that you do not need all the pictures at once just pictures for each stage, each day, ensuring that there is pleasantness in each capture- that eventually makes up the big happy place, where the puzzle fits and it all makes sense.
Maybe the journey is equal to the destination as the destination is also in the journey or maybe it is arriving at the destination that makes the journey meaningful.
The idea is that you have permission to change paths as many times as you need so long you never dim your light because that light will guide you home…and as you shine your light who knows, you may just be helping others find their way home too.
Connoisseur of Memories 