Your Life Door, Does It Have A Rainbow?

Thursday, December 2, 2010

At that moment the door closed behind me. A single bulb hung from the ceiling. Two stories up, it dimly lit the room. “Not much use,” I thought. “What have I got myself into this time?” 

My head lowered and my eyes shifted back to the immediate surroundings. The perimeter held dancing shadows, the floor gritty, as though sandy feet had passed this way before me and the room is round. Flashbacks of carnival fun-houses filled my mind. “Well, I bought no ticket to this ride.”

I shook off the “wow” factor and began to slowly inch to the center of the room. The tall, cylinder space had forced my heart to race with anticipation. “Where was I, why was I here, what are those?”  All breathless questions I found myself whispering.

As my eyes adjusted to the low level of light shapes emerged. Many vertical rectangular shapes, framed with ornate molding lined the room; doors. The round room was full of doors. Though equal in size and shape, each possessed an individual color and each screamed to be opened. 

All of these colorful doors and I had no idea which one I had come in from. “What’s up with the colors?” I thought, assuming it part of the ride. “Oh well, just pick one.” Straight across the room to a door I walked, turned the knob and pulled.

It had to be the psychological effect; my body went straight to the red door. Not really paying attention I flung open the door.
I could feel the heat; flames are surely what I would see. “This is angry,” and as I felt it close enough to burn I slammed the door shut. I knew this sensation all too well. 

To the left I grabbed the next knob and opened. Green, simply green, no shapes or shadows, merely pure color. A soundtrack began to play. “It is not fair, why them, I wish it had been me, I want...” Green was envy and this door was not for me.

I was starting to see the pattern. If red was anger, green envy; then blue must be serenity. Yellow, has to be hope and happiness; but wait. If each door had a color, each color represented an emotion, how was I to pick just one?

I turned on my heels and once again scanned my doors of choice. Red, orange, yellow, blue, green and purple, then I saw it. Across the room to my right was a door with no molding, 6 inches taller than the others and had no color. My heart again raced with anticipation and my mind said “that door.”

To the colorless door I made my way. As I neared, it became apparent this door was of considerable weight, the knob much larger and I knew it would it take all I had to open this portal.

With all my strength, both hands grasping the knob, I tugged and turned; consciously struggling to win. I managed to move the wooden slab about 3 inches, “Oh, this was it,” and went back to prying it open.

Want to know what I found?

A Rainbow!

Where life is full of emotion and arranged by color. That when placed side by side, in proper proportion, forms a beautiful sign life is in harmony; a rainbow.

If each door in your life had a color, each color represented an emotion, would you really want  pick just one?



14 comments:

Carolyn Abiad said, 

I agree...I can't choose just one! Example: When I'm picking out my tulips (or any other flower to plant) I have such a hard time choosing which color...I usually get a mix. Doors...tulips...same thing isn't it? :)

December 2, 2010 at 10:58 AM  
Arlee Bird said, 

I like a life full of variety and experiences. One colored door would not be for me. Interesting thought.

Lee
Tossing It Out

December 2, 2010 at 11:12 AM  
Melissa said, 

I don't think I'd ever be able to pick just one door. I'd want to pick all of them. And that's not just my indecisiveness talking.

December 2, 2010 at 11:17 AM  
N. R. Williams said, 

Facing all our emotions at times truly is the most difficult door to open, but also the most rewarding. Great post.
Nancy
N. R. Williams, fantasy author

December 2, 2010 at 11:26 AM  
Alex J. Cavanaugh said, 

The variety is what makes us human.

December 2, 2010 at 12:42 PM  
The Golden Eagle said, 

We need everything in our lives--not just the blues, the yellows, the reds, the greens . . . all the colors, all the differences make us whole. :)

December 2, 2010 at 1:44 PM  
Karen Lange said, 

I agree. I'd choose the rainbow too. Good point. We all need balance for everything don't we?

December 2, 2010 at 1:58 PM  
Shannon O'Donnell said, 

Hi, Jules! I hopped over from The Golden Eagle to say hello and congratulate you on your award. It's always fun meeting new bloggers! :-)

December 2, 2010 at 2:03 PM  
Velvet Over Steel said, 

You are so wise, Jules!! I too want to work a little harder for the 'rainbow' than to just have one easily. What a very, very creative and inspiring post! Loved this & it gave me so much to think about!! :-)

Thanks, Jules!!
HUG,
Coreen

December 2, 2010 at 6:37 PM  
Gail said, 

What a beautiful way to make a point. Well written and delightful.

December 2, 2010 at 7:44 PM  
Jeffrey Beesler said, 

Variety is truly the spice of life.

December 2, 2010 at 9:34 PM  
Summer Ross said, 

I know I couldn't pick just one- good comes with the bad...

December 2, 2010 at 11:23 PM  
Paula said, 

No, it hasnt a rainbow. It is the rainbow. In all colors, dark and light. Hugs to you.

December 3, 2010 at 8:34 AM  
Stephen Tremp said, 

Some days I think a rogue wormhole is lurking behind my doors, ready to pounce on me when I'm expecting something good. I get sucked into a place that is unfamiliar, scary, and just not a good place to be. Then I have to figure out which door (wormhole) gets me back home.

December 3, 2010 at 9:01 AM  
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