Parable of the countless open doors

There once was a woman who entered a mansion with countless rooms and countless open doors, and each door led into a place of light and fragrance. She walked up and down the endless corridors. Then, overwhelmed, she sat down in a hallway and cried, “My life is wretched!”

© Meisaan Chan

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