Fear

Tears

Hope

Accountability…and more hope

What do you do when you find yourself in front of 4 doors?

Would you try to open them or just back off? Backing off sounds like a safe option but what if you can’t go back?

Then suddenly,  the reality hits you! You’re stuck in the middle.

How do you hold on to hope?

How do I hold on to hope?

I opened the first door. It was empty or so I thought. I entered and the door closed. The emptiness inside was filled with abundance because emptiness as I’ve learned, carries an abundance of its own. The room had the abundance of quiet and solitude. I loved it there. I heard my heartbeat and my own voice.

The room served its purpose so I went out. I opened the second door but the stench coming from within prevented me from going in. I peeped and saw inconsistencies, “fowl” play and broken promises.  I immediately closed the door knowing that even if I wanted to go in, the smell wouldn’t let me.

I opened the third door and saw my family and those I’ve chosen as family. It was a relief. I was finally home. I tried moving closer but there was a glass barrier. I tried but there was no way to reach them. But hold on, why was everyone smiling and clapping?

“You can do it!” I heard my mummy call out.

But do what? Break the glass? I don’t understand. The material the glass was made from was almost solid. It didn’t take me long to realize everyone was cheering for a journey only I could embark on.

So I turned and opened the fourth door. It smelled fresh and inviting.  Wow! I’ve never seen so many yellows and greens at once. The zesty smell reminded me of the homemade cough drops mummy always made. She would mix lemon, lime and honey because it made us feel better.

I loved it but was this a joke? Did mummy really expect me to squeeze out all the lemons and limes? What was I supposed to do with all of them?

I saw a door beyond the lemons and limes but there was no way to get through.  I went back out. If I can’t move forward,  I can go back.

But something had changed. Something strange was happening.  Why can’t I see anything? All three other doors had disappeared. There was no way back. I didn’t even know how I got here so what was I meant to do?

I sat in the dark while I strategically thought of how to find a way out. And then I saw the lemon door, it was about to disappear too. It was disappearing! I hurried like my life depended on it because that was my only way out!

There was no time to think or waste!

I held the door knob right before it disappeared and saw a familiar scene. The only way to the tiny door was to go through the lemons.

Now I understood why the 3rd door existed. My family knew and now I do.

I had to cut through what was before me…

One lemon at a time.