As an 18 year old girl, there are many things in this world that I am scared of being hurt by.
I've been heartbroken beyond what I thought repairable. I've been alone, and far from home. I've been so confused at where I am, that my life itself gets confusing. I've been so distant from who I was that I didn't recognize who myself.
And I've seen these numerous rocks become dropped in front of the very door that was easy for me open daily.
Each rock piles on the other, and they overwhelmingly build up and up one by one.
.....and every once in a while, I have to crack the door open, and one will find its way through the tiny opening.
And it's scary.
It falls on your foot, cracks the floor, catches you off guard, goes bounding across the ground, and it frightens you so bad. That single rock is what makes you scared to open the door each time.
But if we never opened the door, we'd never realize what was on the other side. The fact of the matter is, to live our lives, we have to open our door all the time.
That if we were scared of every single rock on the other side of the door, it would be a door never opened.
Although we don't have a choice as to what rocks are going to fall through the door, or how many will fall, we have a choice of which ones we let hurt us. We have the opportunity to either open the door and cringe, or open it and embrace what's to come.
Whether there's one rock on the other side of the door, or many, the fear of opening the door because of what's on the other side is what keeps us from living our lives.
There are billions and billions of rocks in all shapes and sizes in this world to scare you, and if we let every single rock give us a reason not to open our door, what kind of life would that be?
