Locked doors

Lately I have felt as though I’m walking down a long hallway lined with countless closed doors. I feel inspired to pass by many of the doors without even bothering to open them to see what’s inside. At other doors I feel inspired to open them and go inside, but as I try to turn the doorknob, I discover the door to be locked.

However, I still feel as though I should try to get inside certain doors, so I pull out my ring of keys and start trying to find one that will unlock the door. But none of the keys on my ring fit the lock—and no one else has the right key either. I knock on the door, hoping that someone on the other side will let me in—but that isn’t happening either.

I don’t understand why I feel I should go inside these doors when it’s not possible. I’m tired of trying to open to locked doors--even though I feel like I should. I’ve felt this way in so many aspects of my life lately—with my job circumstances, with graduate school, with dating situations. Sometimes I feel like I might as well just set up camp in the hallway. But I know I need to keep trying, and hopefully someday I’ll be led to the doors to which I do have the keys to open.