I don't know anymore. I'm stuck in this big grey waiting room of life and honestly, I don't know if I want to move, but I don't want to stay either.
Behind me, the pastel colored door covered with stickers of cartoon characters leads to the past. But I can't go back. As much as I may want to, it's just not possible. It is extremely appealing with its carefree playing and no fear on the other side. But the harder I try to get closer to that door, the farther away it moves. I appreciate all that lies beyond that door, more now than I ever have. I may have sprinted as fast as I could down tha…
