I strongly dislike closed doors.
I tend to leave hallway doors and office doors open, and even closets and cabinets; I simply dislike the idea of a door being closed. I even dislike closed windows, and will open them whenever I can; related to this, I dislike curtains.
Neurotically, I tend to not close bottles & jars.
An open door is a sign of freedom, but, even more, a sign of possibility, of infinite new paths waiting to be explored. An open door implies new roads and new discoveries. An open door is freedom. Even if you don’t walk through it, an open door means you could walk through it if you chose to. An open door is the closest I am able to come to hope.
I dislike goodbyes, or any kind of ending.
A goodbye is always a loss, because it closes off possibilities and certainties that once were and now are not, and, perhaps, never more will be. I dislike being left behind, but—just as much–I dislike leaving. I am generally late because I can never actually leave a place.
I dislike endings in general.
However, I do recognize that endings are necessary to beginnings.
I wish I philosophical enough to convince my heart that that each ending is a new beginning, but it doesn’t feel that way. Regardless of what my mind may say, to my heart each ending feels like…..
Ummm…Whovian allusion much?
Just the title.
Besides, I am a doctor.