What is life is not a series of random unconnected events, but a series of connected doors ? If the first door you open shows you two roads going on forever. But then you walk for a while, find other people walking beside you, along you, just not on your road. You talk, laugh, love, despair, cry and sometimes stop. Then you come to another door. You open it.Alone. You see two more roads, complete with everything you want. Need. Hope For. Familiar, but every so slightly different. You seem to be walking at a slightly higher elevation. The air's cleaner, the sunshine warmer.
But what if all the while, its your choices, creating an infinite set of doors? Just built for you ? And destroyed after you've left. And opening each door creates a brand new story, just for you? With angels and devils made from a cast bearing your name. A story that is told in the moment and is forgotten the moment it is told ?
And what if, all the while, you just been walking back home ? What if all roads, always lead home ? You do whatever your limited reason suggests, but you'll still end up at the same place finally : Home.
An infinite series of paths from here to home. Each path created the instant you choose a path. A person. A sacrifice. A life. What if free will is nothing more than the lowest form of decision ? The ones and zeros of life, decision is the fuel driving your life, and intuition is your guide ?
Would you stop to breathe the morning air if you knew there was no moment but this one ? Would you sacrifice love without letting know, if you knew that unspoken sacrifice is what brings you more love ?
Would you choose the long way home if your doors of perception were cleansed to show things as they truly are ?
