More than once I've tried to push open a door that said pull, I suppose it's not a coincidence that I have never pulled thoughts from my head without at first trying to push them away.
Safety precautions say that most doors should open outwards from an enclosed room, says that it's easier to escape if there were a fire -there's a fire inside of me, but my door opens inwards and I'm locked in the corner of the burning room I call my head.
There's a sign over a door in the building I work at, it says 'exit' in a red light -which I found quite ironic, if red means stop, and exit means leave, where do I go?
Most of life is spent in anticipation and haste, anxiety and fear of mistake; what changes have occurred that have made life a competition? We were taught as children that 'slow and steady wins the race,'
so why am I speeding up at yellow streetlights, and running towards red exit signs?