The doors

In the labyrinth of our existence, there exists a profound yet often overlooked symbol, a portal not just to places but to states of mind, emotions, and untold narratives – the door. Each door, a sentinel of stories, stands as a testament to our collective dissatisfaction or the silent herald of transitions. They are not mere thresholds but repositories of symbolism, keepers of secrets and pheromones of past and future tales.

I am firmly convinced that some doors are enchanted with a magic more profound than others, gateways to realms beyond our ordinary grasp.

Every encounter with them is an opportunity to capture a fleeting glimpse of their mystical essence. In their poised gesture, they are ever-ready to bestow upon each passerby a value uniquely perceived, a personal revelation.

“Please enter,” they seem to whisper, beckoning us to step into the unknown, to embrace the myriad possibilities that lie beyond their frame. These doors, in their silent eloquence, speak of the unspoken, guide through the unseen, and offer passage to the seeker of the extraordinary.