The doors

Dear diary,

   I've been thinking about a new concept that came to my mind for a while now. I find it interesting how the important people in our life unlock different doors inside us. It's like we're all wonderful castles that carry their stories of the past with them... some happy, some sad, but all as important to the beauty and the mystery of the castle.
   As castles, we all gather bits and pieces of information that has been given to us and we keep it in different rooms along the time. And when the right person approaches the castle, it enters it and it finds a new key that leads to a new room. A room with wonders and unexpected beauty. With secret books they never knew existed but which apparently were always there. 

   New people open new rooms of the beautiful castle and in the end the whole building will be open to visit for it has reached the age of wisdom when it can give forward what it has received over so many years. 

   How wonderful can it be to know that at an unexpected moment, an unexpected visitor will open up a new room in your beautiful castle, a room that will be a wonder for both the visitor and for the castle itself!:)

In wonder,

D.

Lost and found

   Dear diary,

   We're losing ourselves daily in the midst of this beautiful journey. I learned that we often get lost trying to solve the big puzzle instead of starting with smaller ones. 

   We want to help, but we end up needing help ourselves. 

   We lose so much and find so little but somehow everything's okay in the end. 

   We get annoyed, frustrated, sad, broken. We lose. We find. 

   We open shiny doors and then we close them. By the time we visit them again they become ancient. Doors that didn't have a key but now they do. I learned that usually the good key is the last. That's why we always have to  be patient. 

   We get lost in the labyrinth we each created for ourselves. But isn't getting lost such a great adventure? All that adrenaline rushing and that slight fear of being forever lost that boosts us into trying to find the exit and in the same time gives us the reassuring feeling that there's still time. We wander around dark streets, closing our eyes and thinking nobody sees us, we breathe in, breathe out and then we smile. It's the best feeling in the world... Getting lost and then finding ourselves again. 

   

Forever lost... and found,

D.

Day 124. New beginnings

   I used to be afraid of new beginnings because I was accustomed to what I previously had and I hardly wanted to let go. But not anymore. Now I'm confident that I can (partly) control the doors I'm opening because I know who I am and what I can do. I trust myself and I know I'm free to close the doors to the rooms I don't fancy and open some new ones. 

   Birds are always on the run. They always travel and maybe they even go to new places from time to time but they're never afraid. They know that somehow they will find food and shelter. They trust their skills and we should trust our skills too. Life will be so much easier this way:)