The Ture Door of Memory
We used to think that
"memory" is about the past.
Until one day, we realize—
some memories are not from what we've lived,
but from what we've always carried.
That day, I had
another dream.
In it, I stood before
a half-open door.
Beyond it, a golden lake shimmered softly, as if breathing.
Someone called from the other side: "Come home."
I said yes before I
could think—
but then, I paused.
I knew: if I stepped through that door, I would remember everything.
Not just a moment, not
a lifetime—
but who I truly am.
This kind of memory
doesn’t come from the mind.
It rises from the soul.
It’s a beam of light that gently reveals every place you thought yourself
unworthy,
a current of warmth that awakens the power you believed you had forgotten.
I moved closer, but
felt a soft pull—
not holding me back, but waiting for me
to be ready.
Someone once said:
“Memory will not rush toward you unless your heart is ready to receive it in
love.”
And in that moment, I
understood—
why we must first learn to hold ourselves with kindness.
Because the true door of memory only opens
to a brave and tender heart.
I reached out. My
fingers touched the handle…
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