Dawn Lim . Net

it’s early if you walk with me.

it’s early if your car is beside mine.

it’s still pretty early if I open my car door carefully.

it’s still early when it’s dark.

it’s early too when I walk in the presence of just birds.

it’s not when i walk in the brightness of stars and I can swing my car door open.

Well, something I realized recently:

Time flies when you are having a good time.

That’s what we all say.

BUT has it occurred to you that time ALSO flies when you are too busy?

SUN oh sun, I haven’t seen you in a while.

I walk along the road, wooden doors all along it. Some are no entrance with a clear red cross across it. I peep through the creaks. Some I put my own red cross on it. I continued walking, peeping one by one not knowing what could be hidden behind the doors.

As I walk, some are so inviting with a nice clean front door. With flowers at the entrance. Or so it seems. I knocked and open the door. At times I do not knock. I just open it. As I walked through that door. I see more doors along the road. Sometimes. Most times I see no more doors after miles of walking. I had to turn back. Continuing my search for doors.

Sometimes though the door pops up now and then as I walk along the road without doors. These doors pop up. Maybe they’ll continue to be there for years. Or maybe they’ll disappear suddenly as how they had popped up so suddenly. Maybe they could even be locked. Maybe.

I shall keep opening these doors. I shall not be afraid though it shocked me how they popped up. I shall open that door that popped up right in front of my face. Though I may see lots of rocks blocking my way.

I shall keep opening doors. I shall keep trying the knobs that could be locked. But I will try. I will open them. However many you wish to pop in front of my face.

And YOU shall decide for me which door to close behind me and I shall never look back.