Doors.
Holes in walls that offer us a way out. Or a way in.
So many questions come with doors.
What if it’s unlocked? What if it’s locked? What if no one answers? What if someone does? What if…
What if…
You never know with doors. They always come with that beautiful, humbling thing called chance.
Ah, yes. Youth.
People fight for it, live for it, die for it. What is our obsession with youth?
I would argue the value of youth is something we know instinctively.
For where there is youth, there is hope…
Where there is hope, there is wonder…
Where there is wonder, there is faith…
Where there is faith, there is chance…
Where there is chance, there is love…
Ah, yes. Alas, love.
We fight for it, live for it, die for it. And rightfully so.
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