Musing Mind :: In the Castle of my Heart

When I was younger I remember thinking ourselves are like castles, filled with many doors...and we are just walking around exploring the rooms.

And sometimes, we push on a door but it's locked...while other doors are just banging open in the breeze giving us free entry.

Some rooms we can walk in and out of easily, some we've got the keys to and some we've got to walk around the castle a bit to find the keys to..

And some of us can't find the front door of the castle because it looks just like the walls...and some of us can't even cross the moat..

And that we choose who we lower the draw bridge for..this is the dangerous part...

Cause who you allow entrance may walk in and out if your open rooms..and even if what's in those rooms is not expensive..they mean a lot...

So if a visitor breaks something..if they draw on the walls..you may not be able to replace what they've broken or get their marks if your pretty walls..

And sometimes they want something inside a room you haven't found the key to yet...so you are both locked out...

But they will always look expectantly at you as the owner, to open the door.

Shrug food for thought I suppose. Do you remember any strange concept of how stuff worked you had from your youth?

P.S  I haven't disappeared, just more or less computerless but I'm working on fixing that :)