One thing about life is always going to be certain,

there are multiple doors and all of them lead to an end,

however, if we choose the right door,

the one that will lead us to where we are destined,

then by the end of our novel we will find ourselves in all sorts of ways,

even in ways we never expected.

Seasons change just like the months on the calendar do,

just like that relations come to an end too.

Yes, it is sad,

yes, we will sometimes be glad or even mad,

but we know deep down that there is a part of us

that always knew this to be true,

and while we sit and contemplate what door to walk through.

We can sit on our rooftops and stare into the star-filled night sky,

where we listen to our favorite soundtrack

as the world passes by,

but until we actually take a chance,

we need to step forward,

reach for the doorknob,

and take a deep breath,

cause on the other side of whatever door we choose

will ultimately lead us to the path that was meant for us.

A man that I once called uncle once told me,

"Everything will be alright,

so, pick up your chin,

and push on,

because there's more to this thing we call life."

While that man is no longer with us on this planet,

his words speak louder than most,

because I now have found myself reaching for

the doorknob that I seek,

and with his guidance always there,

these series of doors are no longer daunting.