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Beyond the Door: A Journey Toward the Unknown |
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Unknowingly, I have walked this path for years—each step a quiet mark left
behind, yet the destination always just out of reach, shrouded in
uncertainty.
Countless sunsets have passed as I made my way through academic halls and
playgrounds, often alone, dreaming of a sprawling campus that exists
somewhere beyond today. Amid the crowd, sweat trickles down my temples,
shining brighter than the midday sun. Yet the illusion fades when younger
children’s laughter pierces the air, pulling my gaze toward the lonely sun
hanging low in the sky, as though it yearns for a time before our dreams
were pierced by fate’s cruel arrows. The road stretches forward, endless and
veiled in mystery.
I reach out, hoping to grasp the threshold—but I cannot find the doorknob.
The path narrows and seems to fold in on itself. My future self calls from
beyond the door, while my past pleads for me to turn back. Then clarity
dawns: this journey I’ve taken again and again was never meant for me alone.
In those earlier days, after dinner, a friend and I would walk here, quietly
sharing a moment of peace. I used to admire the rosy sunset then, never
noticing the hint of sorrow in its deeper crimson.
After so much hardship and growth, I now stand at the doorway—dazed, yet
ready. The hands of the clock form a precise angle, chasing after a better
world. But the path has become narrower, more suffocating, threatening to
steal my breath. The door is within reach, yet how many truly have the
strength to push it open?
In the distance, I see a basketball bounce off the rim—lingering midair
before falling—only to be caught and sent flying again. It’s as if something
deep and unbreakable has awakened, bringing a warm breeze that makes flowers
bloom in corners the sunset never touched. For a moment, time doesn’t stop
for anyone. And I understand now: crossing through that door is a part of
life. Even if it’s only a few steps away, I already hear the roar of the
world beyond. With my backpack slung across my shoulder, I will move
forward—leaving nostalgia and hesitation behind, trusting that my soul will
guide me.
As twilight deepens and the children on the basketball court go home, I take
a step back—yet strangely, the road to university feels closer than ever.
Maybe, in this very moment, I’m already gliding along it. Time will reveal
the road ahead. It may be muddy and unclear, but I will walk it with
unwavering resolve. I don’t fear the dirt—for in this golden age of mine,
there’s no reason to stumble.
I have yet to stand at the sea’s edge or watch the waves disappear into the
horizon. But I believe in their beauty. This is not a dream, but a reality
I’ve set out to meet. Now that I’ve begun this journey forward, there’s no
turning back. Tomorrow, as I step into university, I know a brilliant light
will greet me. The gates of youth may have closed, but before me lies a road
deeper and wider than I ever imagined. |
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