'Building' Life

What if that’s all life really is? A giant something-story building filled with little people dressed up in funny little costumes- running from one floor to the next in search of an answer. Yearning for the key that can unlock themselves from this building; the building of life. Doors close, as new ones open. While some lay locked behind a double steel iron bolt, others are forever open for you to come back to. So you live among these little characters, playing out their assumed “roles”-- people dressed in pressed silver suits, others in bright tracksuits, the perpetually sluggish in their striped pajamas, the Janitor’s cleaning after everyone else's mess. Sliding past your fellow players, there you are. Bolting up a flight of stairs here, falling down a chute there. When you finally arrive at the door with the ideal paint, you knock and knock and knock—only to realize that the door you think you want is not really yours at all. And then there are the people knocking on your door, which only pushes you farther away in search for mysteries behind other closed doors. The whole building, falling under a cloud of allusion, that has you believe another person holds the key to your door. When in reality, it lays tucked under the doormat of your own door. Waiting for you to just lift it up, and unlock it yourself.

Natalie