The Door That Chose Its Visitors
Threshold of Self-Discovery
An ancient wooden door stood in an open field, unattached to any wall. It opened only for those seeking change, and closed itself to those who wished to stay the same. One man tried for years to open it, but it always refused him. When he finally admitted he feared the unknown, the door opened instantly. On the other side was nothing but sky—the freedom he hadn’t realized he wanted.
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