The opening of the doors. Perhaps they were always inviting us, cloaked in mystery beyond the physics of sight in the metaphysical realm of belief. Invisible yet palpable and at times pulling: absent and present, paradoxical and engrained in the dimension of gravitational pull like a shadow ahead and around the corner during nightfall.
When one door closes, the saying goes, another one opens. Our future is a blinding white light. When one door closes, the light we unconsciously fly towards refocuses like a stadium light through a pinhole in a clear and new direction. Timing, opportunity and direction. Combined with passion, belief in self and blind faith in the groove of intuition as a compass rose, we will all be okay. I will be light.