Clichés are simply wonderful pieces of wisdom because in some way, shape or form they are always true. The one I have found out to be truthful is “when one door closes, another door opens.” At first this little quip of encouragement is an eye roller, but eventually transforms into a blessing. I’m here to share two short stories on why you shouldn’t lose hope when something you have invested in fails.
As a side note, please understand the saying of opening doors will not come true if nothing is done. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. You have to put yourself out there and knock on them in order for them to open. When the floor caves in and walls crumble, the trick to finding a door to open is by squeezing the steering wheel, punching the jeep into second gear and stop complaining about why the world is against you.
A giant door was shut in my face a little after I graduated college. During my last semester of my undergrad, I had to break up with my girlfriend because I had no time to give while taking a full load of classes, one of which was my senior project capstone, working part-time, being an assistant director to a theatrical play and list goes on. During this insane procedure where I only obtained three hours of sleep per night, I applied to an MFA program which only accepted ten people per year. So, I walked across the stage, received an empty tube where my degree would eventually be mailed to me, got type-B flu, acted in a short film by Cameron Logan and received an invitation to interview for the MFA program! I was placed on the ‘Waiting List,’ moved out of state to help my grandfather build a dock on the river after his heart attack, wrote my first full-length screenplay and waited to inevitably be sent a Dear John letter from the MFA program. I heard the door slam. To make the long story short, I moved to the center of the nation where my parents lived at the time and with the support of my headstrong mother, I networked my ass off. To be specifically vague, I blindly sent my script to a collection of producers and eventually one of them called back to hire and give me my big break. I heard the swing of the other door open
Another significant door of mine closed was when I was training to be a facilitator of excellent customer service and proponent of therapeutic listening while mixing detail oriented ingredients as to produce delicious cocktails for a modern-day speakeasy. From this place, I experienced many enjoyable things that only could have only happen in the right place at the right time with a band of wonderfully bright spirited people with thin blood, but like all good things, the bar sadly closed down. However, instead of being unemployed after the shutdown, I was brought on by my gentleman bar boss as a construction worker in the assembling of his new bar because at some point my father said told him, “Don’t let the tie fool ya… that kid knows his way around a hammer.” Another door squeaked open.
Doors are simple thresholds which affect life in the most influential ways. They are built to provide opportunity in the most unlikely of expectation and limit the length of certain journeys we think are going to last forever. In a way, it is life’s way of balancing itself via our determining of good days from bad ones. But, they are there to stay and we must learn to live with them. Otherwise we will be in a forever lasting war with fate. My point is this with the process of doors: stay positive and patient because the right door is waiting to open for you. You only have to earn it.
My point is this with the process of doors: stay positive and patient because the right door is waiting to open for you. You only have to earn it.