What is in the very core of your soul? Staggering around the room, scared and suspicious, you get to the peephole on your door.

Your door has 4 locks, you hold on the knob not to open the door, but to support you as you stare through the peephole. And on the peephole, you see through the hallway of your floor.

In this peephole no one can be seen. In fact, there are a lot of people who cannot be seen through the peephole as it limits your vision and angles.

The strangest thing is, we believe we can see everything in that peephole. We believe that our door with 4 locks will protect us from everything we believe is out there, out in the open and unruly wild.

And yet we do know we have to open that door sometime, and go out, survive. Something in us will force us out to the open, and open the 4 locks that we presume keeps us safe.

We stagger back to the living room, with the comfort that there is nothing out that door that could ever harm us.

How safe do we really think we are with a door with 4 locks? Does it need more? Or was one sufficient enough? How smart do we think we are keeping the world out to keep ourselves safe?

If the world is after us, it will haunt us, and the 4 locks will not be enough to keep us safe.

In the meantime, we have just jailed ourselves, with our choice to live our lives, we choose not to. Our door has more locks than a prison cell, as we pretend the whole world around is in jail and we aren’t.

And life will keep on haunting you, and haunting you, until you lock yourself in the casket, where you will be buried 6 feet below ground, by this time, there is no need for a peephole, as there is no need to open the door, and if there is ever a need, you won’t have the ability.

In this grim and silent comfort you can no longer move. It will be in this inability to move that kills a man, and not merely the end of life.

Life is, after all, lived through making waves in a pond, like a rock thrown to it, and not the rock in the bottom of the pond, of which we fail to realize exist.

Existence is to leave the door open, and walk out of the room, and breathe, the air might not be fresh, but in the very least, it is different.

Categories: Literature (Haresh Daswani) [t], short story [t]

Awesome. ;) Never thought of it that way. The peephole is a good metaphor, so true. I wonder what the four locks are. But I suppose we all have different ones and must find the keys to them ourselves and in each other. Hmm, I never thought of myself as entirely safe behind my front door. Maybe that's just me. =P
» Silver-dot- on 2007-03-16 08:24:53

We cannot go through life fearing the world. There is more to see and experience than what you see through a peephole. If we tread carefully we can enjoy life and avoid the pitfalls of danger.

A prison has only one lock, that is true. However that lock is made of steel and the bars are more sturdy than our wooden door with 4 locks. We lock our doors to keep ourselves protected on the inside. The jail door locks the person in protected all of us on the "outside".
» KkaMA67 on 2007-03-18 02:52:54

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