Haunting of Doors.

The concept of doors is still etched in my brain. Events in life seems to match up too perfectly and the old saying of things happen for a reason almost loses its intentional purpose because everything keeps happening in some concise order that is more frightening that relieving. How quickly we open and close doors confuses me. One opportunity has a time limit, and there is a sense of this game to satisfy one's purpose before the door closes and another opens. And how do these doors know to keep opening its as if opportunity is less hopefully and more of something we should just expect. Then the idea of sadness and depression confuses me, if there is always another door opening then why does the one door that closes leaves us upset, is it because we got to the next level of the game without winning? My thoughts in the past few day are so jumbled in a cracked out manner that I can't help but wonder if curiosity truly killed the cat. If we were less curious of the next door opening maybe opportunities would just stop happening, and then would we not be living?

I guess that leaves me to the concept of locks.

Must ponder..