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Opened doors

I had a sudden revelation about doors when I entered the lift to get home just now. Each time both lifts are on the first floor, I'd always choose to enter the one with the doors opened. I've always done that since I was really young. Even when the nearer door is closed, I'd still choose to walk through the other opened one.

It was this incident which made me think about how naturally it is for me to feel welcomed to enter somewhere with doors already opened. It really made me reflect about the bigger picture and how I've been navigating my life thus far.

Perhaps I had always been asking for the things which aren't meant for me or aren't happening as it's not its due time. Perhaps I had always been knocking on these closed doors which aren't opened as yet for me, and I still keep knocking on them and waiting for them to be open.

Maybe I could just cease wanting to get through these closed doors (surely after several attempts). Perhaps I should take a step back to look at the larger picture and navigate other routes and find doors which are readily open for me. In my desperate attempts to pass through these closed doors, perhaps I had overlooked on doors which have been made open for me.

Dear God, you are the most Cognizant of all, please guide me to these paths you have carved out for me and help me find my way, for humbly, I lack knowledge in what is truly best for me. 

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