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This is challenge that is Life.

You walk down the unfamiliar hallway, weathered doors on either side with no end in sight. The air is damp and cool. The generously spaced overhead incandescent bulbs pool light into small, soft orbs on the dusty floor. Each step you take making the floorboards creak and groan as if no one has walked this path in ages and the years they've seen outnumber the people who traveled their faces.

You stand perfectly still. Too many options. Each door leads somewhere, you are sure. You also realize as that door opens, it also will close behind you. Is it worth it to consider the space you are standing in..? You wish you could know what each choice entailed. Wish instead of the chipping, aged white paint there was a new door, a fresh option, a proper choice.

No such luck. You consider blindly choosing one and hoping for the best but logic and reason stops you from lifting your hand and turning the knob. With your heart in one hand and your mind in the other something doesn't balance and you're not even sure which is heavier.

You kneel down and peer through the key hole on the door closest to you. What lays beyond is another hallway, another path with more choices. More weathered doors. A feeling of inadequacy falls over you, and you sit where you are. Looking to both your heart and your mind, holding them at arms length in front of you, not sure if they work together or if one is right and one is wrong.

"Please.." you softly exhale, "..what do I do now..?"

But there's no one there to answer you. You can't stay here forever, you need to find a way out. You look down and see someone else's footprint in the dust, faintly outlined by the overhead light bulb. Someone has come down this same path, has made a choice and has moved on from here. Your eye's trace the footsteps that end at a door several down on your left. You consider following that same path but as you sit, knees to chin and slide your foot over the print, you realize it doesn't fit. It's not you, that door down the hall wasn't your choice.

You have to make your own choices and lead yourself, choose the door most weathered, least opened. The easiest path lay in that of others footsteps, but the path to your own happiness and success is not in the shadows of another. Somewhere along your journey, with your heart in one hand and mind in the other, you will be able to let your heart be held by someone else, and your mind be put to ease.

I'm still opening doors to more uncertainty, but one will lead to my own happiness, eventually.