My Invisible Door
By Papa Leow • 2 minute read
It’s almost too funny how we have a door frame without the panel. We may laugh about it, but I will never forget why it got to such a stage
This is the kitchen door at my mum’s place. I call it the Invisible Door. The sliding door frame is all that remains, and we never get to slide the door closed.
Why is the door like so? Where is the glass panel? Is there even a use for it?
The Story I Never Shared
This Invisible Door is not a magic trick, for I was the one who broke the glass panel. Back in 2012, it was the un-tamed rage in me that cause this, during an argument I had with girlfriend now wife. Never mind about the reason, the fact was I smashed it in anger.
We decided to keet the frame as it is, serving as a reminder to me of the incident and the destruction that my rage brought.
I am forever deeply apologetic and feel terrible at my poor temperament. Back then, my perspectives in life was generally negative and troubled, and with it came afflictions that I could not handle. And when I could not handle and resolve my anger, I took it out on others and things.
It would be an understatement to say that my temper was frightening. Those who know me long enough may have witnessed just a little. Those who know me now, probably see me in a different light. My parents and wife, who bore the brunt of it, can definitely attest best to my change and I am sure they are much more relieved at how I have become.
This door continues to serve as a reminder to me, that anger when left unchecked, can turn into a really disastrous and terrible outcome.
I must consciously fill my perspectives with wisdom, and consciously practice with my mind and heart. Things do not simply get better with time, we all need to put in the effort to make things better.
The scar is no longer that obvious, but it will remain. During that incident, my punch shattered the entire glass door. The mess that came after that, and having to admit to A&E to patch my fist, was totally unnecessary. I frightened myself, at the amount of rage I had. It was indeed frightening.
