On a recent job application I was asked the question with variants of agreeableness, "People will usually steal if they know they will get away with it."
I had to think about it for awhile, would I steal something if I knew I could get away with it? And I finally came to the conclusion that I wouldn't. I mean the possibility is always there, but the one thing that is holding me back is that it's just wrong.
Now, some of you may think that I am just being a coward, but that's not it. Too much of me thinks about the what ifs.
What if...I was the person in charge and found out that I had been stolen from? I would have to tell it to my manager, boss, supervisor or whatever. It would be on my shoulders, it would be partially my fault for not catching the act.
What if...Someone stole something from me? I would feel pissed, frustrated, sad, revengeful, betrayed, and so many other emotions. And what if it was something irreplaceable?
What if...The cops got involved?
What if...I did get caught?
What if...It hurt someone else's reputation?
There are just too many things that go through my mind that stop me.
In an instance today, I caught someone stealing from me. The neighbors that live behind me on the other block jumped my fence, stole a few rhubarb stalks, and then left the leaves on top of the plant to, I don't know, make it look like an animal did it?
I was sitting right there next to the window. Did he not see me? And if he did, did he think I didn't notice? I didn't do anything just because I simply was too lazy, but now that I think about I should have.
I don't care that it was rhubarb and that it regrows, it was the fact that he took it without asking. Like honestly, who does that? It's rhubarb. Is it really that worth stealing? And if you really wanted it that bad, can't you just ask?
But that brings me to another thing, this isn't the first time I've seen him in my backyard. I was up late, around 2 AM, and I saw him with a flashlight in my backyard. I figured he just lost something and hopped the fence to look for it so I turned the light on. Now that I think about it, what he brought back kind of looked like a stalk of rhubarb. WTF? It makes me wonder what else he comes into our yard for. My mother's garden statues? The tomato garden? Our flowers?
All I know is for the next time I see him in our backyard, I'm gonna make sure he doesn't steal something again because stealing is NOT okay in my book.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
RIP MJ
So, I decided to do my own little input about the death of pop icon, Michael Jackson.
When any celebrity dies, the media, fans, and anyone else who pays attention to what's going on in the world, hype up the person's death and it is talked about for what seems like forever.
A death of a celebrity makes sales of merchandise, movies, music, etc. sky-rocket. Celebrities can even win awards just because they died. However, in some cases the award given is well deserved for their performance, i.e: Heath Ledger winning of a Golden Globe and an Oscar for his performance in The Dark Knight.
On the day of this post, Michael Jackson was rushed to the hospital due to cardiac arrest. TMZ.com was the first to report his death, however, it wasn't confirmed until a half hour later.
Michael Jackson's death was all over the news. By the time the news about his hospitalization had surfaced, the death of Farrah Fawcett from the morning was old news. Yes, she was an icon from the 70's but didn't make quite the impact as Michael did.
I grew up listening to Michael Jackson in the house. My dad loved him and my mom loved The Jackson Five. My dad and I even had arguments about when he looked the best; I thought he looked the best in the "Beat It" video, while he thinks he looks his best in the "Black and White" video...sorry Dad, but he is white in the video, he doesn't look natural.
Like I said earlier in the post, most celebrities' deaths are over-hyped. However, I believe the hype of Michael Jackson's death is well deserved. He shouldn't be remembered for the court hearings and tribulations with Neverland Ranch. It's time to remember him for the greatness he brought to the entertainment industry.
We all know the about everything that happened with Michael, from his face reconstructions and troubles with his dad, to being accused of pedophilia and hanging his baby, Blanket off of a balcony.
But aside from that, Michael Jackson should forever be remembered as a music legend and pop culture icon. However messed up in the head he was, he was a musical genius. From composing songs and recording an album, to performing live and creating videos; he was pure genius. His music has influenced SO many people in the music industry. You can easily see his mannerisms in Justin Timberlake, Usher, Chris Brown, and so many other Pop and R&B singers.
He made SUCH an impact on the entire music industry of the world. He has cultivated his own style of dance and song that others are compared to him, but there is no one like Michael Jackson and there never will be again. He in his own way is and was and will forever be an icon, a style, an undeniable legend, and artist.
The King of Pop will surely be missed by millions all around the world.
When any celebrity dies, the media, fans, and anyone else who pays attention to what's going on in the world, hype up the person's death and it is talked about for what seems like forever.
A death of a celebrity makes sales of merchandise, movies, music, etc. sky-rocket. Celebrities can even win awards just because they died. However, in some cases the award given is well deserved for their performance, i.e: Heath Ledger winning of a Golden Globe and an Oscar for his performance in The Dark Knight.
On the day of this post, Michael Jackson was rushed to the hospital due to cardiac arrest. TMZ.com was the first to report his death, however, it wasn't confirmed until a half hour later.
Michael Jackson's death was all over the news. By the time the news about his hospitalization had surfaced, the death of Farrah Fawcett from the morning was old news. Yes, she was an icon from the 70's but didn't make quite the impact as Michael did.
I grew up listening to Michael Jackson in the house. My dad loved him and my mom loved The Jackson Five. My dad and I even had arguments about when he looked the best; I thought he looked the best in the "Beat It" video, while he thinks he looks his best in the "Black and White" video...sorry Dad, but he is white in the video, he doesn't look natural.
Like I said earlier in the post, most celebrities' deaths are over-hyped. However, I believe the hype of Michael Jackson's death is well deserved. He shouldn't be remembered for the court hearings and tribulations with Neverland Ranch. It's time to remember him for the greatness he brought to the entertainment industry.
We all know the about everything that happened with Michael, from his face reconstructions and troubles with his dad, to being accused of pedophilia and hanging his baby, Blanket off of a balcony.
But aside from that, Michael Jackson should forever be remembered as a music legend and pop culture icon. However messed up in the head he was, he was a musical genius. From composing songs and recording an album, to performing live and creating videos; he was pure genius. His music has influenced SO many people in the music industry. You can easily see his mannerisms in Justin Timberlake, Usher, Chris Brown, and so many other Pop and R&B singers.
He made SUCH an impact on the entire music industry of the world. He has cultivated his own style of dance and song that others are compared to him, but there is no one like Michael Jackson and there never will be again. He in his own way is and was and will forever be an icon, a style, an undeniable legend, and artist.
The King of Pop will surely be missed by millions all around the world.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Hope and Perseverance
The world is once again, going the right way.
It spins in the direction that I want it to.
It spins towards the sun.
Oh, those sunny days treat me well.
The rays beaming down on my face feel so great.
I don't mind the heat, it makes it that much better.
I don't mind the sweat, my pores rid the negativity.
The world is once again, going the right way.
It spins towards reassurance that everything is going to be okay.
That I can finally ease my mind.
That I can finally get some sleep.
That this face can smile knowing things are better.
That I've done right and my hope and perseverance has finally got me what I wanted in the end.
It spins in the direction that I want it to.
It spins towards the sun.
Oh, those sunny days treat me well.
The rays beaming down on my face feel so great.
I don't mind the heat, it makes it that much better.
I don't mind the sweat, my pores rid the negativity.
The world is once again, going the right way.
It spins towards reassurance that everything is going to be okay.
That I can finally ease my mind.
That I can finally get some sleep.
That this face can smile knowing things are better.
That I've done right and my hope and perseverance has finally got me what I wanted in the end.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
The Hardest Day
Getting through yesterday was the hardest.
I didn't think I would be able to do it.
Each second, each moment felt like it was lasting forever.
In every thought, every minute there was you.
I just wanted it to stop.
I just wanted it to end.
I couldn't stop thinking about it.
I couldn't stop thinking about you.
You didn't belong to me.
You didn't belong there.
I had to get you out.
I couldn't get you out of my head.
I couldn't get you out of my heart.
Yesterday is over now.
I thought it would never end.
Today is going to be hard to get through, I already know it.
I'm not sure if I can do it.
Each second, each moment feels like it's lasting forever.
In every thought, every minute you're there.
I just want it to stop.
I just want it to end.
Why can't I stop thinking about it?
Why can't I stop thinking about you?
You don't belong to me.
You don't belong here.
Get out of my head.
Get out of my heart.
I can't even imagine what tomorrow will hold.
It will be better than today, I just know it.
Today is the hardest.
I don't think it will ever end.
Tomorrow will be easier to get through, I just know it.
I'm not sure what it will bring, but I know I can do it.
Each second, each moment will fly by.
In every thought, every minute you'll be but a memory.
It will stop.
It will end.
I'll be able to stop thinking about it.
I'll be able to stop thinking of you.
You don't belong to me, it's as easy as that.
You don't belong here so, why should I care?
My head will be free.
My heart will be mended.
Tomorrow will be great.
It will be easier that today and yesterday, I just know it.
Tomorrow will end and I'll finally be okay.
I didn't think I would be able to do it.
Each second, each moment felt like it was lasting forever.
In every thought, every minute there was you.
I just wanted it to stop.
I just wanted it to end.
I couldn't stop thinking about it.
I couldn't stop thinking about you.
You didn't belong to me.
You didn't belong there.
I had to get you out.
I couldn't get you out of my head.
I couldn't get you out of my heart.
Yesterday is over now.
I thought it would never end.
Today is going to be hard to get through, I already know it.
I'm not sure if I can do it.
Each second, each moment feels like it's lasting forever.
In every thought, every minute you're there.
I just want it to stop.
I just want it to end.
Why can't I stop thinking about it?
Why can't I stop thinking about you?
You don't belong to me.
You don't belong here.
Get out of my head.
Get out of my heart.
I can't even imagine what tomorrow will hold.
It will be better than today, I just know it.
Today is the hardest.
I don't think it will ever end.
Tomorrow will be easier to get through, I just know it.
I'm not sure what it will bring, but I know I can do it.
Each second, each moment will fly by.
In every thought, every minute you'll be but a memory.
It will stop.
It will end.
I'll be able to stop thinking about it.
I'll be able to stop thinking of you.
You don't belong to me, it's as easy as that.
You don't belong here so, why should I care?
My head will be free.
My heart will be mended.
Tomorrow will be great.
It will be easier that today and yesterday, I just know it.
Tomorrow will end and I'll finally be okay.
The Music is Me
Push it.
Just push it.
Just push play.
Do it already!
I need to hear it.
I need to hear that song.
I need to.
I need to feel happy again.
It's the only thing that can.
It's the only thing that makes me feel normal.
That music.
It plays a melody straight in my heart.
It takes over my sadness.
It takes over my brain and my mind.
Don't press pause.
Don't press stop.
Just let it play.
Just let me listen.
Let the words ignite the fire.
Let the harmonies calm the storm.
Let the rhythm make my heart beat.
No, don't do it!
Don't let it stop.
Put it on shuffle.
Put it on repeat.
Let the record spin.
Let the CD spin.
Let the mp3 play.
Let the play list replay.
Shh...
Just listen.
Listen to the music.
Listen to the mood.
Let it sink in.
The music takes over my thoughts.
The music takes over my emotions.
The music takes over my life in this moment.
In this solitary moment.
The music is inside of me.
The music is me.
The music is me.
Just push it.
Just push play.
Do it already!
I need to hear it.
I need to hear that song.
I need to.
I need to feel happy again.
It's the only thing that can.
It's the only thing that makes me feel normal.
That music.
It plays a melody straight in my heart.
It takes over my sadness.
It takes over my brain and my mind.
Don't press pause.
Don't press stop.
Just let it play.
Just let me listen.
Let the words ignite the fire.
Let the harmonies calm the storm.
Let the rhythm make my heart beat.
No, don't do it!
Don't let it stop.
Put it on shuffle.
Put it on repeat.
Let the record spin.
Let the CD spin.
Let the mp3 play.
Let the play list replay.
Shh...
Just listen.
Listen to the music.
Listen to the mood.
Let it sink in.
The music takes over my thoughts.
The music takes over my emotions.
The music takes over my life in this moment.
In this solitary moment.
The music is inside of me.
The music is me.
The music is me.
Not Even Mine
It feels like my heart has been pulled from my chest and shoved in my stomach. The thought of never seeing him again causes a painstaking beat in my heart. It's hard to lose a loved one.
But I never knew it could be hard to lose someone who's not yours, who never was your to begin with, and probably never would be yours in the future.
After all, someone else has his heart. But I know that's not it. There's something about the way he looks at me...the way he speaks to me.
It's in his voice.
I know it is.
That's why this is so hard. I don't want to lose it. I can't stand the thought of losing him. Every time he's around, a smile is brought to my face and my eyes light up.
It's true what they say - you never knew what you had until it's gone.
But I never had him. He wasn't mine...never was to begin with, and probably never would have been in the future.
So, why do I feel like I've been raped of the one I care about most? Why do I feel like there's more...more than what people see or know...more than what I can explain or feel...but there's the feeling and knowing he's not even mine.
But I never knew it could be hard to lose someone who's not yours, who never was your to begin with, and probably never would be yours in the future.
After all, someone else has his heart. But I know that's not it. There's something about the way he looks at me...the way he speaks to me.
It's in his voice.
I know it is.
That's why this is so hard. I don't want to lose it. I can't stand the thought of losing him. Every time he's around, a smile is brought to my face and my eyes light up.
It's true what they say - you never knew what you had until it's gone.
But I never had him. He wasn't mine...never was to begin with, and probably never would have been in the future.
So, why do I feel like I've been raped of the one I care about most? Why do I feel like there's more...more than what people see or know...more than what I can explain or feel...but there's the feeling and knowing he's not even mine.
Monday, June 15, 2009
The Answers
I wish I had all the answers but sadly enough I don't.
No one does.
I wish I knew what to do next.
Which step to take.
Which bound to leap.
Which path to follow.
I wish I knew how to move on and to let go of things that don't matter anymore.
Or how to find exactly what I want.
I wish I was more happy more often.
But I wish I knew how to reach that happiness.
I wish I knew how to evolve my heart with my brain so that I could feel exactly what I wanted to when I wanted.
So that I could heal old wounds and re-build the wall that was once protecting my heart.
I wish I could allow it to open to those who deserve it.
I wish I had all the answers, but sadly enough don't.
No one does.
I wish I knew what to do next.
Which step to take.
Which bound to leap.
Which path to follow.
I wish I knew right from wrong and fact from fiction.
I wish that life came with instructions and signs that told you "Wrong Way" or "Do Not Enter."
I wish I had all the answers.
Instead, I make mistakes and learn.
No one does.
I wish I knew what to do next.
Which step to take.
Which bound to leap.
Which path to follow.
I wish I knew how to move on and to let go of things that don't matter anymore.
Or how to find exactly what I want.
I wish I was more happy more often.
But I wish I knew how to reach that happiness.
I wish I knew how to evolve my heart with my brain so that I could feel exactly what I wanted to when I wanted.
So that I could heal old wounds and re-build the wall that was once protecting my heart.
I wish I could allow it to open to those who deserve it.
I wish I had all the answers, but sadly enough don't.
No one does.
I wish I knew what to do next.
Which step to take.
Which bound to leap.
Which path to follow.
I wish I knew right from wrong and fact from fiction.
I wish that life came with instructions and signs that told you "Wrong Way" or "Do Not Enter."
I wish I had all the answers.
Instead, I make mistakes and learn.
Oh, Loaner Phone*
*Sung in the tune of "Oh, Christmas Tree"
Oh, loaner phone
Oh, loaner phone
I really, really hate you
Oh, loaner phone
Oh, loaner phone
I use you, I don't want to
My moto RAZR's screen went black
How I wish I had it back
Oh, loaner phone
Oh, loaner phone
I really, really hate you
Oh, loaner phone
Oh, loaner phone
I very much dislike you
Oh, loaner phone
Oh, loaner phone
I don't know what I will do
An LG, "Life is Good"
Those who use are from the hood (small joke)
Oh, loaner phone
Oh, loaner phone
I very much dislike you
Oh, loaner phone
Oh, loaner phone
I really, really hate you
Oh, loaner phone
Oh, loaner phone
I use you, I don't want to
My moto RAZR's screen went black
How I wish I had it back
Oh, loaner phone
Oh, loaner phone
I really, really hate you
Oh, loaner phone
Oh, loaner phone
I very much dislike you
Oh, loaner phone
Oh, loaner phone
I don't know what I will do
An LG, "Life is Good"
Those who use are from the hood (small joke)
Oh, loaner phone
Oh, loaner phone
I very much dislike you
Midnight Streets
6/3/09
I'm in a strange city where no one knows my name.
I walk up and down the black-paved streets and find myself wandering up and down.
Back and forth.
Around and around in circles.
Wondering where the hell I'm going.
I enter a local store to ask for directions.
As soon as they went to speak I noticed their tongues were black.
They spoke English but the words that came out of my mouth were incomprehensible.
Screaming at the top of my lungs I shouted, "Why can't you understand?! Why aren't you listening?!"
I left the shop frustrated, anxious, and short of breath.
What am I going to do?
Everything is black.
Nothing around me is familiar.
Nothing around me is welcoming.
Nothing around me is enjoyable.
I entered a coffee shop hoping for a little familiarity and a turtle mocha to calm my nerves.
Everyone sat around with their heads buried in a novel as they sipped from their off-white colored mug.
I went to order my drink and they all sat up and looked in my direction with their black retro sunglasses on.
I couldn't see their eyes, but I knew they weren't even looking at me.
I looked at the list of drinks.
The first said: Coffee - Black.
The next said: Coffee - Black.
All they had was black coffee.
No cream.
No sugar.
No flavor shots.
I wasn't wanting something hard and tasteless so I left.
I could feel the eyes on me as I left.
It was night time which didn't help me find a way out.
There were no stars.
Not a single glimmer of light.
No dusk or dawn or hint of sun.
The moon even hid from the midnight sky.
It was pitch black.
Then street lights lit up the town.
Each one was perfectly in alignment with the next.
From a distance, it appeared only one on each side lit up the whole street.
Like magic.
As I kept walking, the light behind me turned off.
One by one...
I ran faster to escape the dark and escape the foreign town.
But the lights continued to die with my pace.
I couldn't escape and soon I was blind.
Everything was black.
Then a single light shone down on me.
I was back where I had started.
Walking up and down that black-paved street where no one knew my name.
I'm in a strange city where no one knows my name.
I walk up and down the black-paved streets and find myself wandering up and down.
Back and forth.
Around and around in circles.
Wondering where the hell I'm going.
I enter a local store to ask for directions.
As soon as they went to speak I noticed their tongues were black.
They spoke English but the words that came out of my mouth were incomprehensible.
Screaming at the top of my lungs I shouted, "Why can't you understand?! Why aren't you listening?!"
I left the shop frustrated, anxious, and short of breath.
What am I going to do?
Everything is black.
Nothing around me is familiar.
Nothing around me is welcoming.
Nothing around me is enjoyable.
I entered a coffee shop hoping for a little familiarity and a turtle mocha to calm my nerves.
Everyone sat around with their heads buried in a novel as they sipped from their off-white colored mug.
I went to order my drink and they all sat up and looked in my direction with their black retro sunglasses on.
I couldn't see their eyes, but I knew they weren't even looking at me.
I looked at the list of drinks.
The first said: Coffee - Black.
The next said: Coffee - Black.
All they had was black coffee.
No cream.
No sugar.
No flavor shots.
I wasn't wanting something hard and tasteless so I left.
I could feel the eyes on me as I left.
It was night time which didn't help me find a way out.
There were no stars.
Not a single glimmer of light.
No dusk or dawn or hint of sun.
The moon even hid from the midnight sky.
It was pitch black.
Then street lights lit up the town.
Each one was perfectly in alignment with the next.
From a distance, it appeared only one on each side lit up the whole street.
Like magic.
As I kept walking, the light behind me turned off.
One by one...
I ran faster to escape the dark and escape the foreign town.
But the lights continued to die with my pace.
I couldn't escape and soon I was blind.
Everything was black.
Then a single light shone down on me.
I was back where I had started.
Walking up and down that black-paved street where no one knew my name.
That Face
6/3/09
That face I knew before
Those eyes I've already seen through
Those cheeks I've brushed against with mine
Those lips I've kissed a dozen times
Those hands I've held and that neck I've caressed
Those ears I've whispered in
That smile once shone for me
Those words spilled from his mouth telling me what I wanted to hear
That heart, my heart soaked up every last phrase
That girl, this girl was once a victim of that face
A victim of those eyes
A victim of those cheeks
Those lips
Those hands
That heart
His mind
That girl once worried
This girl once knew what pain
That pain
Those tears once fell from that face
My face and from my eyes
That heart once full did break and that wall protecting it had fallen
But that face
Those lips
Those eyes
Are looking into her eyes
And her eyes
And hers...
Those hands are being held by her hands
That face
That charming, curious, and conniving face
Doesn't know this girl
Doesn't know this face
This face that smiles for the first time on its own
Without that face
That face I knew before
Those eyes I've already seen through
Those cheeks I've brushed against with mine
Those lips I've kissed a dozen times
Those hands I've held and that neck I've caressed
Those ears I've whispered in
That smile once shone for me
Those words spilled from his mouth telling me what I wanted to hear
That heart, my heart soaked up every last phrase
That girl, this girl was once a victim of that face
A victim of those eyes
A victim of those cheeks
Those lips
Those hands
That heart
His mind
That girl once worried
This girl once knew what pain
That pain
Those tears once fell from that face
My face and from my eyes
That heart once full did break and that wall protecting it had fallen
But that face
Those lips
Those eyes
Are looking into her eyes
And her eyes
And hers...
Those hands are being held by her hands
That face
That charming, curious, and conniving face
Doesn't know this girl
Doesn't know this face
This face that smiles for the first time on its own
Without that face
My Aiden
6/3/09
Enjoying a night alone with my thoughts...
I love watching Sex and the City. It makes me wish I could live the life of Carrie Bradshaw - but only the life she had when she was with Aiden.
He was my favorite.
He was perfect and they were perfect together...until she messed it up by screwing Big...anyway...
My mom and I were watching the episode when they first started dating. He fixed a romantic bubble bath. My mom said she wished she has someone that thoughtful.
As do I.
My mom and I had a conversation one night about how I am afraid I will never get married. After all, some people don't.
But she said if that were true for me, God wouldn't have put the desire to find someone in my heart.
But after watching SATC, I thought about that. My mom has the desire, but hasn't someone to share that same desire with. I realize she's been married before, but they weren't equal desires.
My mom is in her 50's and she hasn't found that one person to share her desire with, so what does that leave for me?
Although I have my whole life ahead of me, why is the desire to find that person so strong?
Why does my heart burn with a passion that is so intense it breaks my heart?
Why can't I be more patient?
Why can't these questions be answered?
Why am I such a sap?
All I ask is to find an Aiden to my Carrie.
All I ask is to be happy.
Enjoying a night alone with my thoughts...
I love watching Sex and the City. It makes me wish I could live the life of Carrie Bradshaw - but only the life she had when she was with Aiden.
He was my favorite.
He was perfect and they were perfect together...until she messed it up by screwing Big...anyway...
My mom and I were watching the episode when they first started dating. He fixed a romantic bubble bath. My mom said she wished she has someone that thoughtful.
As do I.
My mom and I had a conversation one night about how I am afraid I will never get married. After all, some people don't.
But she said if that were true for me, God wouldn't have put the desire to find someone in my heart.
But after watching SATC, I thought about that. My mom has the desire, but hasn't someone to share that same desire with. I realize she's been married before, but they weren't equal desires.
My mom is in her 50's and she hasn't found that one person to share her desire with, so what does that leave for me?
Although I have my whole life ahead of me, why is the desire to find that person so strong?
Why does my heart burn with a passion that is so intense it breaks my heart?
Why can't I be more patient?
Why can't these questions be answered?
Why am I such a sap?
All I ask is to find an Aiden to my Carrie.
All I ask is to be happy.
You Have Chosen Door Number __!
6/1/09
In front of me, I've found three doors. And I know I'm risking a lot with these three doors. I'm not sure what is behind door number one.
It's big and the framing is sturdy. I can't tell if it's what I want. Although the floor mat says welcome in very bold letters, I'm afraid I'm just not curious enough to find what is behind it. There is nothing about it that calls, "Pick me!"
There is nothing about it that makes me interested.
Door number two is very intriguing. I'm very interested in what's behind it.
However, I feel like Alice in Wonderland when I try to open it. It simply is too small for me to walk into. And although I want to open it, it's locked so, there is no use really in attempting to open a locked door. So, all I have left is door number three.
This door has something that I like. It's familiar, like I've opened it before. It's welcome mat is simple and the perfect size. The door's frame has fine design and its size seems to fit.
I've opened it before, I'm sure of it. But what lies behind it is different from before. I can't tell if what is behind it now will make me feel better about my decision. Am I opening the right door? Will I regret it?
And if I do regret it, I think I can be okay with that.
Life has no regrets.
Just lessons learned for the next door to be opened.
In front of me, I've found three doors. And I know I'm risking a lot with these three doors. I'm not sure what is behind door number one.
It's big and the framing is sturdy. I can't tell if it's what I want. Although the floor mat says welcome in very bold letters, I'm afraid I'm just not curious enough to find what is behind it. There is nothing about it that calls, "Pick me!"
There is nothing about it that makes me interested.
Door number two is very intriguing. I'm very interested in what's behind it.
However, I feel like Alice in Wonderland when I try to open it. It simply is too small for me to walk into. And although I want to open it, it's locked so, there is no use really in attempting to open a locked door. So, all I have left is door number three.
This door has something that I like. It's familiar, like I've opened it before. It's welcome mat is simple and the perfect size. The door's frame has fine design and its size seems to fit.
I've opened it before, I'm sure of it. But what lies behind it is different from before. I can't tell if what is behind it now will make me feel better about my decision. Am I opening the right door? Will I regret it?
And if I do regret it, I think I can be okay with that.
Life has no regrets.
Just lessons learned for the next door to be opened.
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