Imagine you are alone in a long, white corridor lined with hundreds of closed doors on each side. If you look up, you see a bright, blue sky speckled with puffy, cumulus clouds. When you look down you see black and white checkered linoleum.

Every door is framed in the same wood trim. Each one is the same size, shape and color. There are no arrows, signs or other directions. Your favorite Ipod mix is politely playing in the background.

Some of the doors are locked. This is because you have to choose certain doors first in order to unlock others. I know this, because in my corridor, I ran all the way to the end and shoved my shoulder into the last door on the left to no avail.

Despite what I just said, the doors are in no particular order. Though it seems you are lost, you are not afraid. Each door holds a new adventure. A new lesson to be learned. And though some of those doors display tragedy, the hurt will make you stronger. That strength enables you to open a previously locked door.

Behind certain doors are people. Others are barren of any life at all. Inside one door lies a beautiful beach. Here, there’s only one set of footprints in the sand, though two beings walked along the shore (you should know why this is).

One door leads to the top of the highest mountain just in time for a beautiful sunrise. Through another is the bottom of the sea, deep inside a huge tectonic plate where only glowing sea creatures can be seen. Another particular door opens into outer space. You do not have to abide by the laws of physics to travel around here.

Find the door to the past and meet anyone you’ve ever loved that is gone. Choose the door to fame and mingle at a chic party with everyone you’ve ever wanted to meet; they are all ears since you are the guest of honor.

Some doors lead to another corridor. Slam this door and lock it. Do not enter. This is someone else’s corridor and if you enter it, you may lose your soul.

Some doors allow you to leave at will. Others, when you enter, the door disappears behind you. One of the doors leads to the desert where a giant sand worm lives. Yes, Beetlejuice was based on a true story.

I chose door number 3. I fell in and landed on a fluffy bed of clouds. I then flew over the entire world in an instant on my magic cloud carpet. I looked down and saw people who looked like ants. Some were naked by their swimming pool. No one could see me.

When I grew tired of spying, I flew back to the open door. I keep a sharpie in my pocket, so when I went back into the corridor, I marked this door with a cloud wearing a cape.

I challenge you to choose a door. This is the corridor of your life. This is the corridor to your dreams. This corridor is only as interesting as your wildest imagination. The doors feed from your hopes, fears, worries, and expectations.

It may be frightening to open a door, because it might open up to something you do not wish to see. Or perhaps,  you open the door to all the truths you’ve ever covered with lies.

Still, are you not intrigued? I can’t imagine you’d want to sit in the hallway forever… Or do you?

If you open a door to this, Its clearly an Asian’s corridor. Do not enter.