I am walking down the garden path, wondering where life is taking me. I feel like a drop of water that through its journey adapts to its surroundings and loses its own identity. From a raindrop to a river and into the sea, I am carried away while time passes.
All of a sudden I stumble upon a stone and find myself in a place unknown. There’s total silence but for the sound of dried twigs that crackle under my weight as I walk. I find myself in a room full of doors. There are big doors and small doors, doors of every colour. I reach for the knob of a blue wooden door only to find it locked. I try other doors but have no luck. I call out for help and hear my echo. I feel lost and scared. What if I never get out? I long for comfort in the arms of my partner, to hear the laughter of my children, I worry for my ageing parents. I am now desperate to escape and get back to my real world. I look through the peephole and see a mother lovingly reading out books to her kids. I peep in through the next one and see a woman supporting her husband through his tough times. Another peephole shows a child who is looked upon with pride and love by her parents. Out of the blue, I have an epiphany. Yes, I am a drop of water. I am the hope in the raindrops, grace in the dewdrops, life in the sea full of creatures. I am a person of joy, mercy, and compassion. As soon as this realization sets in, the walls around me collapse and I am back in my garden. Walking back with a sense of fulfillment, I sense the joy in every step that takes me back home.