Doors

 

My mom recently told me to look for the doors in my life.  The theme followed me around Croatia as I saw the different forms that doors can take. 

Some are dark and haunting

some new and enticing

 some broken and discouraging. 

  
 
Not knowing what was hidden behind the doors made them all the more intriguing.  They were beautiful representations of the options we are given in life.  Do we always walk through the doors that sit perfectly on their hinges and swing with no creak?  What would happen if we walked through the lopsided door with cobwebs hanging in the corner?  Is one more suited for us than the other? I love the expression that when one door closes another opens, but it is not so simple.  We are never presented with just one door sitting perfectly in front of us with a light shining on it guiding us through.  There are usually several doors each one with its own unique zing.  The crooked door covered in vines always seems to draw my attention more than the perfectly manicured one.  I imagine more adventure behind the wild doors.  The ugliest doors lead to the secret gardens!  It's just a bit scary taking the first step through the cobwebs.