George Takei – published author and Mr. Sulu of “Star Trek” fame - posted this on Facebook:
“When one door closes, another opens. Or you can open the closed door. That’s how doors work.”
Exactly. Don’t overthink it. Doors don’t open and close by themselves, unless there’s a draft. Or your house is haunted. George says the post is a reminder that we make our own destinies. I’m with ya, George.
But it’s Facebook, so George and I don’t get the final say. Lots of folks commented and made some pretty good points:
But if that door opens and a mysterious light sucks you in…all bets are off.
Problem for me is the door closing is the fridge, and the door opening is the freezer.
When one door closes and there are no other doors …you’re in prison.
When one door closes and another opens, there’s a good chance you are standing in front of a supermarket. Kindly stop blocking the entrance.
Some comments were a little ominous – opening the door to that stuff we don’t want to see:
Before you re-open a door, remember why it closed to begin with…
Not every door can be reopened, and even if it can, the same thing may not be on the other side.
Opening a closed door is moving backwards in life. The door closed for a reason. Leave that sucker shut, and get on with it.
There were practical comments:
When one door closes, another opens. It’s just the time in the hallway that’s a challenge.
Some doors can’t be reopened, like when you get fired. I doubt the former employer would look too kindly on the former employee just reopening that door. And when someone breaks up with you, reopening that door is called stalking.
What building has this kind of mechanism? I have never seen a door open when I closed one. Are they on a pulley system or is this some kind of orchestrated Blue Man Group trick?
Some doors close forever. Others open in the most unexpected places.
And perfectly reasonable thought-provoking comments:
It’s all about perspective. Are you on the side with the food and ammo, or the side with the zombies?
See, this is exactly why I replaced all my doors with revolving doors. This way the door’s never quite shut and never quite open. I can go in and out any time I want. I can stay right where I am. Or I can shuttle on through to the other side.
Or I can just step in and swirl around for as long as I need to, until I decide where I want to get out. It’s dizzying, but exciting, and no two days are the same.
Sort of like life on the Starship Enterprise – right George?