There are doors that once opened, can never close again.
we pretend are not there, move the bolt, before piling all that stuff happen to us, even sealed. But there is, as much as we want to convince us that there is only one wall, the awareness that there is a step, a path, an output or input. We are overlooking the other hand, we have glimpsed what we may be amazed, surprised or as scary, but we know that is real and it's there. Once that knowledge
installed in us, we can not deny it, only ocultárnoslo, rationalize it or lie. At worst, set ourselves up as guardians of something that does not belong, trying to let go others, when we see all too willing, the place to which we do not want or dare not go.
not even have to go through the door, if imposed on us much respect. It takes a special kind of courage to decide to stand. But you also have to be lucid enough to recognize that our decision is that the door is there, open. Or the shadow of the doorway, conditioning our lives more than we ever could have done the very threshold.
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