Life is a bowl of mixed ingredients filled with our best and worst fears. Think of it in terms of anything. Can we just let go all that we possess? Do we anticipate and worry too much?
This is my story. Although I’m deprived of sight to see what lies around, I continue to listen and feel the wind. There are certain moments when I’m forced to concentrate deeper on topics I may not have any interest at all. Nonetheless, this is my life, a door, passing information from one outside to the inside. I am the only passage for your exposure to the timbres that envelope and send you towards a release of blissful emotions.
The daily routine dialogues, the never-ending bickering of people in the vicinity, and the irregular and infrequent banging of anger and rage that follows after the ever-increasing bubble bomb of irritation, frustration, depression, stress and tension. These are but natural for human beings. The greatness in getting over them all is to block out as much as possible. But it’s only the curiosity that signals me to grab and transmit all that I hear. Why can’t you understand I’m helping you? But all that I try to speak is lost in the wind. Nowhere close does my mind synchronise with that of the human. But we’re the portals. If there’s even a single scratch on me, people will help me out and make me healthier so that I’ll look as good as I have always been for them. Most often, it’s only the same human that holds me and brushes his fingers over me. Rest all assured, they might just be thinking if this person is going insane or mad about me. I’m just a door. Why would anyone want to be so caring and loving towards me? I can neither watch nor speak. What gets at me is when everyone’s asleep, this human tries to watch the healing progress almost every hour. And it happens until I’ve completely healed and am bright outside with my sparkling colours.
On other days, as I am exposed to the winds of my surrounding, different perceptions arise in my mind. But am I not allowed to pass them on? It has always been the domination of the people. Why do they believe and take me for granted every time for all the whispers and short bursts of pop and thrum, hums and vocal vibrations? They say ignorance is a bliss. But why is most of what I tell them is ignored, and those involved simply go about their work? I try my best to work hard on matters that are critical. Do you wish me to shut down so that you come back to flatter me with all your care and loving kindness? Do you wish to remain unaware and devoid of what’s happening beyond your borders? Don’t you wish to experience the beautiful life around and grow up with me? Am I dispensable and disposable for being honest and loyal towards you all my life?
But I shall never have answers until times arrive when I’m forced to shut down, my signals blocked, as my system gradually fails with insects peeling me from within. However, I still have those senses to hear. These are just those times when I’m unable to complete my duty. Nonetheless, those days are simply numbered as different therapies are applied to heal me rapidly.
And when time has passed and my life has been slowing down to degrade and decay, it makes me to trip over certain sounds I hear. It feels more like dams have grown inside me, settling in to disturb the continuous ringing that passes on. I’m trying hard on to maintain myself. But there is only limited life for everything. And it’s always short for almost everything that isn’t self-sustaining. It may only be from a handful to more than a hundred years. But each one of us will have a beginning and an end. For there is life, only when it has an end to it.
As I start counting my days, I find it even harder to know that people who’ve cared for me through direct or indirect means, have themselves become more frequent in alienating themselves from me. I have to start depending on the one who cares for me the most. But as time passes, its love grows thinner every day. I suppose, I shall stay strong and wait until my time comes for me to pass on to my next blissful life I own out there.
Note:
I hope you liked the above personification of the door. My imagination was set on the ears of a human being. If your imagination was different from that of mine, I would appreciate if you could spare a few moments to state what manifestation of the door came to your imagination as you read through the above passage. Thanks for your time.
The inspiration comes from the Daily Post Weekly Discover Challenge. Feel free to go through other entries here:
- What lies behind that Norman door? – ladyleemanila
- Medieval Doors – Pique Images
- Keep problems away – carolandsite
- Black and White. – CHARIZE SANTIAGO
- Let’s Fall in love… Together! – exploradors!!
- The life of a modern teenage girlBehind a Rusted Blue Door
- If I Could Just Peek Inside… – Linnifred
- Behind Those Doors – Box of Pages
- True story. Really.On the Hill, Behind a Door(way)
- Making Peace With LifeDoors of Faith : Echoes of my Neighbourhood
- IDEALOGUEThe Door
- Down the Rabbit Hole – purplepumpernickelblog
- a cooking pot and twistedtalesThe numbers…
- Wallie’s WentletrapThe Green Wood Door
- 83 Unsung HeroesThe Door To Possibility And Opportunity
- The story behind a door – Sand In The Bikini
- The Story Behind a Door – This Is My Life
- Solitary SpinsterMy Favourite Door
- theloneroseThe side door
- She had waited – zorazebic
- Sunday Morning – Garagedoor – Dutch goes the Photo!
- Positively Un-brokenThe Door
- Hometown Blues – Shakespeare & Molière
- Brexit: A Prayer for Mercy – Adopting Star
- The Sleeping Reading Beauty ~ book reviewsglances from the inside
- What Evil Lurks Behind the Red Door – Espiritu en Fuego/A Fiery Spirit
- A Chatter of FactDoors shut forever for international sex salvery ring
- The Brave but Silent! – Palpable Pennings
- Hodor. – anatomyofeverything
- The Sound Of SummerWhy David Cameron’s Desperate 2015 Gambit Was Political Suicide
- Of doors, cats and promised lands – Lipstick & Miracles
- From My HorizonThe gate to wilderness
- Joes-FotoweltenAlte Türen
- One of My Doors – onwardupwardweb
- Annette’s placeWeekly prompt/doors/6/25/2016
- verbalisingDoors of Nepal
- door – guavarilla
- Discover Challenge #6 – ColorfulMonochrome
- Door – littleborneogirl
- Discover: Through An Empty Door – Mac’s World
- Behind Closed Doors – Culture Eighteen.
- When is a Door not a Door? – livingtheqlife
- Secret behind the door – LetUsShareKnowledge
- THE ICONOPHILEThrough the Windoor
- theonlyD800inthehameauThe Story Behind A Door: What’s with the feathers?
- ConversationsDoor to the World?
- Artistic doors of the high Himalayas – Hi India
- Number 33 – Short…but not always so sweet
- The Secrets We Share – mokita dreams
- Beyond that place – Diary of fantastic discoveries
- Captured by AishwaryaDP Discover Challenge – Doors
- Ornate Doors – Stories and more
- RLUphotoDiscover Challenge
- No FacilitiesThursday Doors – Random DC Doors
- introversion, inc.
- gwh photosThursday Doors – June 23, 2016
- charlesewaughThursday Doors With a Story
- The Perfect Fit ProjectThe Doors of Perception – The story behind a door – WordPress Discovery Challenge
- Travels in the Middle East and beyondThursday Doors: 23/6/16
- thechangingpalettemy muse awaits me
- Awwwwgh, Like a Cave – -With Warmest Thoughts, From Afar
- Doors and Locks – -With Warmest Thoughts, From Afar
- An Upturned Soulthat’s all anyone wants from anyone else
- joeyfullystated#ThursdayDoors — Indianapolis Central Library
- My Brain, on EverythingA New Door Opening?
- Suddenly Single… MindedBehind the Red Door-Taize-a night to remember
- The World Is a Book…The Story Behind a Door
- Bulldog TravelsParis – Doors Part Deux
- kwesiThe Story Behind a Door
- Sleeping FrogsDoors in Rural Tibet
- The Daily Post – Progressing into SolitudeThe Story Behind a Door
- Memories are made of thisThursday Doors : Cat Nap…
- NewEnglandGardenAndThreadThursday Doors
- Thursday Doors, June 23 – The Mexi Movie
- Looking At The Door – Heather Notes
- My Doors. My house. – transcribingmemory
- Doors – Macedonia – Thirty by Thirty
- A door which has been closed forever – Girl With A Tripod
- The Constantly Puzzled MindHis Story
- An Empty House – Weaving Notions
- Behind doors of steel – Thin spiral notebook
- Singing in Seville – Travel with Intent
- Suddenly Single in MarinDon’t be a doormat – Cheaters need not apply
- Mirth and MotivationInspiration: The Story Behind The Door
- Steps Times TwoSeeking Bridges
- Kimberlee K.Doors Slammed Open
- Kimberlee K.Opening the BIFC Door
- The Syllabub SeaDistant echos
- She – Volume 7 – Specscladeyes
- LIFE PAIN LAUGHTERWHEN ONE DOOR CLOSES: On The Other Side Of Yesterday
- Snapshots of the WorldThe Door To Enlightenment
- Chronicles of an Anglo SwissDiscover Challenge – The Story behind the door – but where is the key?
- debooWORKSDoors and Windows
- The Three Doors – The Temenos Journal
- Open a Door,Unearth the Past (A #DiscoverWP Challenge) – Allison’s Written Words
- A New Day: Living Life Almost GracefullyDoors of Buenos Aries
- What Rhymes with Stanza?Open Door Policy
- Travel Much?Go to Hell!
- Travel Much?Help! I’m locked in a beautiful castle!
- Travel Much?Breakfast in bed
- charlottesville winterTrapped
- charlottesville winterMonster
- empty – Love it Now
- Wanderlust – A new chapterThe Door’s Castle
- PtitNFitBehind the closed doors, unspoken secrets
- not at homeDoorways of Southern France
- A Momma’s ViewThe Story Behind A Door
- tuckedintoacornerStory of the Door (400)
- The Story behind a door – Love it Now
- Story behind a Door – sarojsalelkar
- Discover Challenge: Splinters – farahazaihan
- Frustration – Sithu’s
- Hidden Behind a Door – Kiwi Chick
- Expensive Keys – Not for the Faint of Heart
- Sacrificial Chain BreakerDREAM A LITTLE DREAM AGAIN!
- The New 3 Rs: Retire, Recharge, Reconnecthe Story Behind the Door
- The door to Morocco: upcoming PDO, school, life – From Raleigh to Rabat
- Weekly Discover Challenge: Through the Broken Door – WORDS from SONOBE
- Into and Out of A Maze – Little Miss Understood
- UNGEMALTESDiscover Challenge: The Story Behind a Door
- another quiet museDoor
- Today’s Prompt – The Story Behind a Door |
- Door Things – phototonic
- KerlundphotoWPC: the story behind a door
- The Story Behind a Door. – Art. Travel. Eat. Repeat.
Thank you.
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Hey, thanks for connecting me to your blog! What a nice surprise!
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Wow, this is a powerful post. Love your take on the prompt, your experience, that you share it. Thanks for listing my post. Very much appreciated!
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I enjoyed your entry. As I am outside camping, your words made me think of the trees surrounding me… very much my doors, portals to the language of nature.
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I love it when people personify objects in pieces like this. Nice job. And thank you for the link. #76, woohoo!!!!
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