When one door closes.....

When one door closes, another one opens...or at least a window..

  This year has been quite a roller-coaster for me, to say the least....I prefer less extreme rides,so I have time to enjoy the scenery.
I keep beating myself up,that things don't seem to go as I had planned, and I have had trouble of executing my plans in the first place to the finishing line..
Something extra always happens, something un- expected seems to appear from the corner..and it all comes down crashing.
I quess it's just life,what happens. And since I am so stubborn and always find something new to explore, it is quite inevitable that the likelyhood of these " surprise effects" happen to me more often than to those ones, who tends to play it safe.
I should probably try that play it safe- card myself sometimes, but I think it is not for me....I would get bored soon once the novelty wears off.
It is somewhere coded in my genes, in my bones, that Iam meant to wander and be surprised.
Life IS indeed a journey, that is what matter - not the destination.

As I am heading home from one little adventure, which ended sooner than I thought....again...my mind is already focusing in new ones....where and when, that remains a question, but at some point it is time to spread my wings and fly.
And even thought my last adventure ended up to be a short chapter, it will still be memorable and precious.
Because when you are brave enough to open your heart to new experiences, you might get back something special....at least memories, good memories too. The type which will bring a smile on your face, when you sit in front of the open fire with your glass of wine on your hand.
I have thought that my heart is covered by a very high and thick brick wall. Wall so strong, that it barely lets in light, let alone people.
I was wrong.
There is still tiny little cracks on that wall, and it takes a special type of person to find those cracks and sneak in.
That of course makes me vulnerable, but it also makes me open to emotions I thought were long gone.
I am glad I took this trip, I am appreciated to be proven wrong.
I am relieved to know, that my heart is not stone, nor frozen for good.
There is still that flame, sometimes just a tiny one, but it is there...to be discovered.
The flame of life, the passion for life...it is in me, burning for as long as I live.

With appreciation to be alive and feeling
Ann O'Songland