Rorschach Door

​While waiting for my therapist, I looked up. I had been in the waiting room over a dozen times, but had never noticed the mysterious door.

Hoping for some perspective, I asked, “What is up with that door?”

“What do you see?” the therapist asked in return.

Blinking my eyes, I thought for a moment, then laughed. “I should have known this would be your reply.”

The next time I sat in the waiting area, I looked up and stared at the door. What did I see?
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A possibility? A door I could not reach? Wait. All I needed was to find the stairs. Finding them was easy. Pressing up them proved difficult. Once at the top, I caught my breath and searched for the door. It stood at the end of the darkest corridor. I considered turning around, but had come so far. Bravely I entered the obscurity. Heart racing, I grabbed the knob and opened the door. Now I saw a possible descent. If I fell, I would end up right where I had begun. So, there I was looking down; taking in a new perspective on where I had been. I snickered and said, “Well, at least I found what I came here for.”