Someone close to me sent me a comment today that he chose the black door, not death.
I had to look up the reference. It is perfect.
The story is that when a death sentence was to be fulfilled, convicts were walked down the hall. They had to choose to go to face the firing squad, or to walk past them to the black door, accepting whatever was behind it. It was their choice.
The queen asked the king, “so many convicts faced the firing squad today, and not one of them chose the black door. Why? What is beyond the black door?”
“Freedom”, says the king. “But people would rather choose the known and familiar, the guaranteed outcome. Even if it certain death, Rather than taking the risk and open the black door.”
Most of us sober bloggers are here to try to shine our light back from the black door. I can remember that choice myself. The many years I spend too scared to make the changes in my life I knew I needed.
There is freedom, and life, to be found in sobriety. A full, amazing life that can’t possibly be imagined from the pain of addiction.
But, perhaps you will trust me a bit, and open the black door for yourself. The alternative truly is death. And that is a sad, sad thing.
Stillness and peace