Passing through the different doors of my life is in parallel with the people walking through my same door in each and every particular time.

As I let a select people in, conditions and criteria are never applied. Just timing and gut feeling.

It could be sunny outside. Or it could be raining. While too much sun can hurt me – so is too much rain.

The elements of the seasons may have taken their toll on me. As much as I would naturally step outside and revel in life’s gifts and curses, I’m staying in until the scars have completely healed. I guess the necessary word is Heal.

I’ll keep my door open, but I’m staying in. For a while.