I didn’t like opening doors before. It made me scared because I don’t know what to expect. When I was outside, I was so scared there might be monstrous creatures inside an unfamiliar door. When inside, I didn’t want to go out – thinking there might be bad people lurking and ready to kill and do inhumane things. I didn’t want to see the ugly. I only wanted to be comfortble and safe.
That was when I was younger.
As I grew older, I’ve seen the beauty of opening doors.
Literally and figuratively.
It started when I saw intricately designed doors in libraries and museums I visited in high school. I was fascinated by them. I loved the feel of opening them and seeing new things behind them. I loved how each door tells something about the place they guard, the history and the aesthetics.