Part 2 "The Door" of a multiple part series titled "The Journey"
It is beautiful. Green grass as far as the eye can see. Trees and bushes of varying type; reds, greens, yellows, whites and many more. Birds singing everywhere. I can see deer in the distance and some bears too. I can hear squirrels and chipmunks chattering. It is so much for the senses. I mean all the colors and the abundance of green. I see that GOD loves green, since it is all over the place. I see mountains too. Full of trees and snow off in the distance. It is so gorgeous words can not quite explain all that I see. The river, the path. Oh it is so much.
I know what you are thinking. I never saw that when I opened my door. Well each person see things that they want to see. I see potential and I like to be optimistic. I am sure that someone has seen the same opening unto opportunities that I am describing right now. Remember each person is unique. You each have a certain perspective that colors your view of different windows and doors that open before you. Yes sometimes it is a window that you must climb through. That takes a little bit more effort than opening a door. I don't always have this optimistic point of view when I go through a new door or window. Sometimes I can get very nervous and uncomfortable transitioning from place to another. Sometimes those steps are difficult.
It is not uncommon to view life and circumstances as a bit of a barren field or even a desert. Or how about an ocean with no boat to cross with. Sometimes that is exactly what is before you. A challenge. Something you have not tried before with expectations you have not seen before. That is all a part of living and changing and choosing. Sometimes we choose the easy road sometimes we choose the more difficult road. It is not that we can not make it through, it is just that some roads offer more challenges than others.
I have some friends and family, mostly family that watch my life and see where I am headed and what I am doing. They have their own lives to live and I see that as a wonderful thing. Each one of us has our own lives to live. Individually and together with others. Sometimes we take trips together with others and sometimes we take them apart from others. That is so wonderful. My trip, my journey through this life has always had someone along with me. And at this point is where my best friend showed up.
While staring around at all the wonderful sights, I saw some trees that had branches that intermixed creating a canopy. Under that canopy was a bench. Near to the bench was a lazy winding river. The river also had a bridge over it that a path ran to. The path started from this door and led to the bridge and over to the other side where I lost the direction of the path as it went down a hill into a valley. There were flowers in different areas, near the river, off into the fields, near the trees. Here is the interesting point. On the bench was sitting a man. He looked old in regards to life, but in appearance he was young, I would say mid-thirties. He had a welcome look on his face. I can see him very clearly. He is rugged looking like he has been around the world and back again. He looks tired, but still full of energy. He looks so alive.
He calls to me with his hand and his smile. "Sit down", he says quietly. Pointing to another bench near by. "Welcome", he continues in a very gentle, friendly voice, "glad you could come. I have been waiting for you to open that door." I am a little taken aback by this. "Do I know you?", I ask in response, instead of answering or moving. "Yes, you do. But I know you better." He answered back.
I am still standing at the door. Not sure what to do. Do I take the invitation and step across the threshold or do I stay right where I am. I choose to open the door. I choose to be in that hallway and I made the decision to look at what is on the other side of the door. I could have stayed right where I was. Nothing made me move this far, except the fact that I did not like where I was. So I have to make a decision. I think I am going to sit down. This is a little too much for me.
When I opened the door that led to the Army, I made that decision. I stuck with that decision for 6 months. It was definitely not my cup of tea. I don't drink much tea either. I went to college and opened that door and stepped in, I got two degrees and an ex-girlfriend (another big whoop). I have opened lots of different doors and in some cases some windows, that I did not have a lot of choice on. But that is the future this was the past. This door was opened before all the rest. This was a major door for me that I was not sure I wanted to walk through. Okay I did want to walk through. I just did not know what that would mean. I kind of know now, but not then.
So I am stuck at the door. Deciding what to do next.
