This door was originally shut. I opened it. There was something I needed to see inside. Perhaps just plain curiosity. I tend to open more doors in life than closing them. I’m realizing closing doors is just as healthy as opening them.
Broken yet sturdy.
Everything has a story. Where its been, what it holds, the duration of its existence. This store sits in the middle of nowhere small town Indiana, inside the store sits an old woman who could probably tell you everything about everyone in that town.
Learning is listening, watching, loving & caring. Looking in the eyes and seeing the heart. Feeling the despair in a simple touch of a chilled hand. The warmth of the soul and gentle kindness through laughter.
Shot in the middle of somewhere on a back road knowing my heart is a machine.
Yesterday I talked about mundane things. I guess this is another one. This is the door I use to get up to my floor. This is the door and the lights that welcome me home after a hard night of work. I know that as I walk through that door and up three flights of stairs, laughing, yelling, blaring music and TV’s, and my room await me. Through the door and up the stairs, awaits rest, familiarity and what I call one of my homes.
So often in life we get burned. Hurt. Let down. Used. Lied to. Its hard to open up again. To trust. Love. Forgive. Believe. We don’t want to let anyone in in fear of the same happening again. No one likes that shitty feeling. The feeling of blaming yourself for the repeated offer of hurt upon your heart.
Just remember you will never know love. Happiness. Joy. Hope. Laughter. Fun. Cloud 9. Until you take that chance. Know with an open heart, hurt and sadness will happen again you just have to learn from it rather than hurt from it.
Everyday I am reminded to believe in the ‘Law of Attraction’, the belief that ‘like attracts like’.
Shot in black and white because that’s what currently holds my heart. Shot of an abandoned door because at one time, it opened up to happiness, love, laughter and hope.