There’s a quote often attributed to William Blake, Aldous Huxley, or Jim Morrison—I’m not sure who originally said it, but it resonates with me:

“There are things known and things unknown, and in between are the doors.”

The magic of this quote for me is how it wraps itself around life’s contradictions. It’s like that moment when you’re staring at a tricky optical illusion—a duck that suddenly becomes a rabbit. One second you think you’ve got life figured out, and the next, you’re standing in front of a door you never even knew existed. That’s what fuels my restless curiosity. It’s not about having a roadmap; it’s about finding these hidden doors—unmarked, mysterious, thrilling—and daring to step through.

There’s no final “aha” moment waiting for me behind these doors. No neon sign flashing the meaning of life. But that’s the best part. I’m not looking for endpoints; I’m chasing the endless “what’s next?” Each door is just a chapter in an ongoing story that I’m writing in real-time.

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