There are days that you feel like nothing's going anywhere. But still, there's always a door that opens up. Behind each door that opens, there could be a dead end or there could be a garden or there could be a room full of books. It's a matter of luck. You can look across the door and curse your luck because what's beyond the door is not what you need. That's what I have been doing. Not anymore. I understand that there's a reason why that door opened, there's something in that room that I haven't seen yet and there's a higher purpose.
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