Don’t knock on closed doors,they might never open 

I reluctantly outstretch my clenched fist towards the gargantuan door which stands before me as if it were a grand giant towering over the world beneath him.

Before I decide to take the hasty action of making myself noticed, I reconsider. I could either leave this encounter filled with heartache and bitterness, or I could feel as though my whole world is at peace once again. After being immersed in a deep speculation, I realize that it is better to regret making an attempt than to give up completely.

With persistence and momentum, I pound on the door vigorously.

No answer.

The feelings of qualm and angst begin to flood me. The horrific reality that the door would remain closed haunts me.

Although my confidence is bruised, I remain resilient. I strike upon the door a second time. This time with more control, objective and courage. I am a force to be reckoned with, nothing shall stop me from opening this door.

Nevertheless, all those feelings wash away when no one answers my desperate hammering. The silence is deafening. I sit in sorrow, contemplating vigorously. I am not prepared to come face to face with this woeful feeling.

Loneliness embraces me like an old friend. I felt as though my liveliness and my ambition were stripped from me, locked away and never to be seen again.

I knew the door would remain closed. It was this particular fact that stung so deeply, like salt on an open wound. The hope disappears and isolation creeps in sinisterly.

Though it was no use, I decided to try one last time. Just one last time. This time I knocked faintly,  filled with despair and anguish.

As expected, no answer. I turn with my head held low and left. The pain, too much to bear. The door is locked and there is nothing I can do.