It seems there are countless rooms in the mansion of your mind. Some are lavishly appointed and others quite spartan. Some rooms burst with their own creative energies that draw you into action, and others make you feel frightened, angry, or resentful the moment you enter them. There are rooms that inspire hope and foster new relationships. And there are others filled with memories of what has already come to pass and of dreams that never did.
The more time you spend in any given room, gazing from its windows, the more the outside world begins to justify, reinforce, and in every case, resemble it.
And it's like most people just think they find themselves, at any given point in a day, in one room or another without ever realizing that every second of every day, they consciously choose which room to hang out in.
Really, dear, it's your house... but just a fig leaf?
