So many doors, so many doors. All have a distinct look. Which one do I choose? Which one do I walk through? I have no idea what is behind any of these doors, and once I make my choice, I must walk through that door. Do I pick the door made out of wood or the one made out of metal? Do I pick the door that appears brand new, or the door that seems old? Do I pick the rectangular door or the oval door? Maybe I should make my decision based on color. There is a red door, and red is the color of love, but it is also the color of danger. There is a green door, as green is the color of nature and life, but it is also the color associated with envy. Maybe I should pick the pink door, as I don’t know the negative connotation to that color. Or maybe I should refrain from picking that door, exactly because I have no idea what negative connotations that color possesses. I think I am choosing the brown door made out of wood – it seems the most welcoming.

For the journey to continue, a choice must be made.