'When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.'
It probably sounds a bit weird, but I often look at life as a series of doors. There's something serendipitous about it all. It seems sometimes when you have young kids that doors are closed to you - or maybe we close them ourselves? As we have doors closed in the past, often you can see the other that's opened as a result.
And if I stand in a metaphorical corridor of doors at the moment, I'm not entirely sure the doors I want open, are.
What stops us doing what we want I wonder? Those doors are in reach.