Black Cat at the door


So many times I feel like I sit at a door waiting for someone else to open it for me. I am disturbed by this even as I write because I realize that I tend to wait for others to open doors for me. Why did I not learn to open my own doors?

Dear black cat, I will not wait with you until someone else opens that door. I’m going to find my own door and open it myself.


About Dezra Despain

Life is full of stories waiting to be revealed.

Posted on November 5, 2011, in 365 Days Journey Through the Past, Life's Metaphors, Photography and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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