The Door

you always get a second chance.

Hesitantly, I walk towards the door. There is a light shining brightly under it. What lies behind it, is my question. The answer is, I don't know. I don't know what lies behind, I don't know if its good or bad, if it will bring me joy and happiness, or if all my sadness and greif will wash away. Its an old door, filled with memories of other people who also wondered if they should risk going through it, who had these same thoughts that are going through my head now. Should i chance it? should i risk never coming back? Would i even want to come back?'

The light shining under the door grows bright, then it dims. then it is gone. My chance to go through the door has left, with one hesitant moment. I wonder what would have happend if i had gone through. Would i be happier, or disapointed with what i found. Its too late now.

then i wonder, who said it was to late? I look at the door, the gate way between me and whatever lies behind, and I turn the handle. Slowly, i step through the door.