Keeping doors open, Keeping doors closed

what is it with humans, the need for ambiguity, the desire to keep doors open.
writing 'maybe you will be the one to...' Fill in the blanks.
'no, i'm not much of a writer/skater/dancer, but maybe you will be the one who will make me write/skate/dance...?' Especially the three dots (...) form the open door. What is the writer thinking or hoping the reader will fill in in the place of those dots?
Why is it necessary? For fear of too much simplicity?

on the other hand, there's those of us that keep doors shut - life brings people into our lives, and afraid of being faced with complicating circumstance, afraid of losing the simplicty and clear demarcations we have found, we keep all doors shut. Coffee? Uhm, no thanks. Lunch? Nah (shifting uncomfortably).
Closing off, rather than engaging, seeing, feeling - and clarifying.

Each their own challenge. I'm not taking the moral high ground here, at least i'm honestly trying not to. Both seems to stem from fear. And then Open doors are probably better than Closed doors. More life can flow through.
Is either of them more truthful?

Raak me,
opdat ik weet dat ik voelen kan.

Liefde
Schenk mn hart maar
nog eens goed vol.


- Opa van Loesje

honest comments
honest critiques
honest listening

we all have our part to play

i found this woman's paintings. her work speaks to me. on many fronts.

St. Valentine

country-western style

i've never had to fight for
shelter, money, or my food
my struggle is to fight myself
and at that i ain't much good


and

i've never had to find my
shelter, money, or my food
my struggle is to find myself
and at that i ain't much good

Checks and Balances

all things that have given my life shape
seem to have just come to me

the shell was given
i am my struggle

in my field
i now see
my bale
full of
balances

No Hidden Path

Sometimes when I go walkin’
Among the tall trees
I feel the light comin’ down on me
Under moon, under sun
I feel the chosen one
Through the mist, come walkin’ here with me

And the leaves on the ground
Make a rustling sound
In the wind now blowing in my face
It’s that cool wind again
And I feel my missing friend
Whose counsel I can never replace

Show me the way and I’ll follow you today

Show me the way
No more darkness. No more wasted time
Show me the way
Let me stay here with this heart of mine
And with you I feel no hidden path
No hidden path

How you change, how you change
And how you rearrange
Everything that touches me

Now you’re her, now you’re her
And she’s sleeping here with me
Everything that touches me

Ocean sky, sea of blue
Let the sand wash over you
Giving all that you can give

Will the northern lights still play
As we walk our distant days
Giving all that we can give

Show me the way and I’ll follow you today

Show me the way
There’s a cold wind, blowin’ through my mind
Show me the way
But I’m holdin’ on to the threads of time
And with you I feel no hidden path
No hidden path

Will the northern lights still play as we walk our distant days
Ocean sky, sea of blue, let the sun wash over you

Will the northern lights still play as we walk our distant days
Ocean sky, sea of blue, let the sun wash over you

Will the northern lights still play as we walk our distant days
Ocean sky, sea of blue, let the sun wash over you

- Neil Young, Chrome Dreams II

Space to face
myself