“Philosophy is like trying to open a safe with a combination lock: each little adjustment of the dials seems to achieve nothing, only when everything is in place does the door open.”
— Ludwig Wittgenstein

 

Sometimes my life seems like a series of doors. Each one opens and I am faced with new treasures and new challenges to face. The next door will open only when I have faced the challenges and my life has reached a new configuration. This may take minutes or years and sometimes the two may seem interchangeable for time is nothing here but a measure of process. I must meet, love and have conflict with people and must come to certain realizations in order to make it through. Sometimes there are two or more doors waiting for me. Which one opens all depends on how I choose to handle things in the present. Some doors will return, others will disappear forever leaving only a faint afterimage on my soul of the road not traveled. Still there is that in me that enjoys the game and wants to make the most out of every room I’m in. Yet there is that in me that also wishes to find an exit as I walk through the last doorway.
Blessings, G

 

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Envisioning - Held in SpaceEnvisioning-Held in Space by G A Rosenberg

 

On Top of ThingsOn Top of Things by G A Rosenberg