Feb 25
Where do I start?
At birth?
At teenage life?
Or maybe just where I am now.
They say “When one door closes, another one opens.”
But I say there’s an infinite number of doors all wide open, and we’re just running right through them, over and over and over. Continuous running with no destination.
Where am I now?
Who am I?
What am I doing?
Or maybe I'm still figuring it all out.
It’s like once you learn how to crawl, you’re already learning how to walk, and then learning how to run. Then you keep running, never stopping, going through life, Door After Door. There’s no end in sight and if you look back, it’s like a chain reaction of doors closing one after another, until the one right behind you closes, almost slamming right near your face, forcing you to turn back around and keep running, right through the infinite amount of doors in front of you.
Do I continue?
Do I stop?
What's the point?
Or maybe there’s a bigger picture.
They say “Think outside the box.”
But if you take a minute in my mind, there’s no box at all, just an infinite amount of thinking, always changing, always different. No one answer, no same questions, just endless possibilities, endless stories, endless suffering. Though I always think that during my continuous running, there’s gonna be others who will hold out their hands and run with me. Maybe not forever, but long enough that I leave an impact on their life and where they might be running to. But I know that one day their hand will slip from mine, cause each journey leads to different paths, each door connecting to different doors, and maybe when I go through the door, I’ll be alone again, running by myself, wondering again ‘Where Am I Going?’ While I continue running through life, Door After Door.
At birth?
At teenage life?
Or maybe just where I am now.
They say “When one door closes, another one opens.”
But I say there’s an infinite number of doors all wide open, and we’re just running right through them, over and over and over. Continuous running with no destination.
Where am I now?
Who am I?
What am I doing?
Or maybe I'm still figuring it all out.
It’s like once you learn how to crawl, you’re already learning how to walk, and then learning how to run. Then you keep running, never stopping, going through life, Door After Door. There’s no end in sight and if you look back, it’s like a chain reaction of doors closing one after another, until the one right behind you closes, almost slamming right near your face, forcing you to turn back around and keep running, right through the infinite amount of doors in front of you.
Do I continue?
Do I stop?
What's the point?
Or maybe there’s a bigger picture.
They say “Think outside the box.”
But if you take a minute in my mind, there’s no box at all, just an infinite amount of thinking, always changing, always different. No one answer, no same questions, just endless possibilities, endless stories, endless suffering. Though I always think that during my continuous running, there’s gonna be others who will hold out their hands and run with me. Maybe not forever, but long enough that I leave an impact on their life and where they might be running to. But I know that one day their hand will slip from mine, cause each journey leads to different paths, each door connecting to different doors, and maybe when I go through the door, I’ll be alone again, running by myself, wondering again ‘Where Am I Going?’ While I continue running through life, Door After Door.
