In our lives we come across various sets of doors.
Choosing a fancy one, we run towards it, head over toe.
For beyond it, there seems to be a perfect world to live in,
It feels like the only end that would help us win.
But oft it so happens that we find it closed,
No sooner do we reach it than someone shuts the door.
Making a hue and cry, we curse our fate,
Mocking the judgement of the overlords for leaving us, in such a pitiable state!
Dragging out of our misery, we learn to stand up again,
At each step recalling and reliving our poignant pain.
And strolling aimlessly we happen upon another archway,
Leading to an open door, with a brightly lit up alleyway.
Without more to lose, our footsteps are blindly drawn to the light.
And crossing over the threshold one is surprised to find
that this was the world that was more apt for us in every way,
Our fantasies it seemed were only leading us astray.
Looking back we are grateful to the One who shut the other doors,
For of all the things that may have been, of this we are pretty sure,
That whatever lay beyond those doors
It did not have this in store
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