In Love with Life…

Door mat.

Sounds too simple. Who would care about a door mat? There it is everyday before your way, but do you ever pay attention on what you always do on it? Clean your shoes. Leave all the dirt behind. Then close the door and they are forgotten. The dirt and the door mat who keeps it.

If you don’t want your guest to enter, you make him stand before your door mat. The door mat is the only thing that keep him from you. And when he’s gone? Close the door and they are forgotten. The unwanted guest and the door mat.

If you have to pull something heavy inside, you put it on your door mat. Then pull it in. This way,  you will keep the floor unscratched. After that? You admire your new stuff, and return the door mat to where it belongs. Close the door and they are forgotten. The door mat and the scratch that would have been there without it.

And when the door mat finally gives up, pretty often you don’t try to mend it in anyway. When its color has faded and its lining has worn, you can always replace it with a new door mat. “It’s only a door mat, silly, what would I care about it?” is probably what you’d say.

Have you ever asked what the door mat got to say? “I’m only a door mat,” it squeaks. “If I have the choice to leave your door, I will.”

You know what, some door mats do have that choice.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Lunch time. Waiting for the end of an agony, and for the time  to break free.

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