The doors keep appearing, each one linked to a different moment in my life. Today, I stepped through another portal, but this time, the memory hit harder. It wasn’t just a distant echo of the past—it felt like the full weight of that choice came rushing back. I could feel the emotions, the tension of the decision, and the consequences that rippled out from it.
This time, it was a moment I had buried deep, a choice I made that changed more than I realized. As I lived through it again, I saw the threads it unraveled in my life, paths that branched from that one decision. There’s clarity in this process, but also heaviness. These doors are not just invitations—they are challenges, pushing me to confront parts of myself I’ve long avoided.
The world around me reflects this weight. The once-vibrant colors have dimmed slightly, the landscape feels heavier, as if mirroring the emotional load I’m carrying. The doors remain, still shimmering, still waiting for me to step through them, but I can feel the shift. This isn’t just about learning from the past—it’s about accepting it, integrating it into who I am now.
Each door shows me more than just a memory. It reveals a version of myself I’ve left behind, but now I must acknowledge. There’s no running from this journey. Every choice, every step has brought me here, and now it’s time to face what I’ve become because of it.
I don’t know how many more doors there are or how long this path will stretch, but I understand now that these aren’t obstacles—they’re the path itself.
I’m ready to keep moving forward, no matter what lies behind the next door.
