The Little Key That Held a Thousand Adventures

A thousand doors opened with hope

A thousand moments of choosing to step forward instead of staying still

The little key had been present for many of them. Not all. But enough to matter.

And maybe that’s the point.

Letting Go (Without Forgetting)

Eventually, I put the key back.

Not into the drawer this time, but into a small glass jar on a shelf, alongside other meaningful objects. Not hidden. Not displayed like a trophy. Just… kept.

I don’t know which door it originally belonged to anymore. Maybe I never really did. But I know what it represents.

It represents the courage to open doors.
The grace to close them.
And the wisdom to understand that both are necessary.