Years come and go, numbers change, life begins anew with each one. It depends on you. You can stay where you are, or you can come with me through the magic gate and explore the possibilities, renew your dreams, start the adventure all over again.
It takes no money, it won’t cost you a penny. It takes some effort, yes, but what worthwhile doesn’t?
Ready? The door’s ajar, but if we don’t hurry it’ll shut tight and remain unrequited for a whole other year...
Through the courtyard with the magic cat and the withered tree, another door. This one is shut tight. There are wonders beyond. Only for those who believe, only for those who deserve...
It looks like more of the same. But it isn’t. There is hidden treasure here. But you have to find it.
There is a wise person lives in the modest house. She tends her garden. She winks at you.
The shutters will open when the rain stops. Patience pays off. The day is short. It will happen before nightfall.
She said: “There is no life without water. Bring me water!”
And the door opened wide. There is another house beyond. And there is music.
The ship sails high. The waters are still. There is a storm brewing. We must hurry.
She let me have a glimpse. She is behind that window. She is sending me a message. “Leave me alone!” she says, and yet I feel she likes me, she wants to share her secrets.
The truth of the matter is: there is no treasure; only doors to uncover and enter each one in turn. Behind each door a new revelation. Something more to understand about yourself. Knowing is everything. Knowing yourself is priceless. It is something I have forgotten in the everyday struggle of surviving the daily grind.
Night has descended. I have but one more obstacle to overcome. A long set of stairs with the light up top.
When all is said and done —at the end of the day, so to speak— there is yet one more door, yet more secrets to unravel. The mysteries of life are far too grand. Ours but to marvel, to eat and love and pray and play out our hand.