How many times in life do we stop because we believe we’ve reached the end?
We look ahead and see no way forward. Everything seems closed, as though the path ends right there. And that’s often the moment we give up.
But perhaps the path was never over. Perhaps we simply couldn’t see it from where we were standing.
Sometimes all it takes is one more step. One more turn. One more moment of patience. And suddenly, a part of the path reveals itself, a part we were certain didn’t exist.
Maybe life rarely closes its doors. Maybe it simply waits for us to come close enough to see what couldn’t be seen from a distance.
