There are doors that open easily and doors that stay closed.

There are moments that time passes through like silk.

There are moments that time stalls in like a broken engine unable to start.

There are windows that I can see through clearly and windows that are dull and dirty and distorted.

I have felt doors close so silently and secretly that they go unnoticed.

I have felt doors close so loudly their sound reverberates inside my heart.

I know of times when I glance up and the landscape has changed.

I know of times when the horizon always seems the same distance away.

I have looked through windows with crisp clarity.

I have looked through windows with tears that blur my vision.

I know we keep moving forward even when we feel like we are standing still.

And the clock keeps ticking even when we can’t hear it because the hands on the face are changing, and I hope I grow a little wiser in the process.