There were doors which yielded deftly to her hands while resisting the eager outstretched hands of others.

Doors which she was swept into through the force of the crowd, not by choice.

Doors, which try as she might, would not yield_

Doors of misjudgment, frustration, pain, and humiliation; and doors of success and accolades were there.

Life doors of romance, love, motherhood, and nurturing, opened slowly and gradually.

Heartfelt doors of joyous friendships and family, sometimes also lead to sorrow, loss, mourning, and regret.

But oh how much better the open door, than the one left untested - the door of the forever unknown!

And now, which door to open?

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