Just when I think I’ve gotten all there is to get out of this world, out of traveling, out of people, out of myself, & out of life...the universe dumps a giant pile of wake up calls, lessons, experiences, perspectives, love, pain & truth on top of me once more.
It’s as if each new place/experience has provided me with a key of sorts that I shove into my pocket & carry on with. It stays there until a door shows up that needs to be opened & one of those keys I grabbed a thousand miles back clicks into the lock perfectly.
I think that people bump into locked doors their whole lives; jiggling handles, yelling to see if anyone is home, shrugging & turning around. Maybe they never even knock to begin with.
But me? I’m forever looking under the rug & above the doorframe. I’m searching for the key.