One doorway leads to another. We walk through one and pause on the landing before the next. But we don’t want to pause too long in that inbetween place. Inbetween life and death, inbetween me and myself, inbetween love lost and love’s possibility, inbetween becomes stagnant, tired, old, hostile, sad, bitter. Inbetween is no way to live. No one else can walk forward through the next door for you. It can’t be rushed, but it won’t wait forever. Only one can walk through that door in front of you, and when you do, there will be others on the other side and the new journey can begin.
Deep breath. There you go. :))