There are nights in a person’s life when the hallway stretches too long, too dim, too silent.
Nights when every door you knock on seems to whisper the same brutal sermon:
“Not here. Not yet. Not you.”
Society calls it rejection.
The poets call it despair.
But those of us who have walked barefoot across the shards of our own disappointments… we know better.
We know that some corridors are meant to feel endless.
Not because we are unworthy—
but because we are being escorted, ever so quietly, toward a door we would have never chosen for ourselves.
And oh, how childishly we beg to return to the previous rooms.
But life—like a stern, patient guardian—simply places one hand on the small of our back and says:
“Forward.”
So forward we go.
Dragging our doubts like suitcases.
Carrying our heart like a flickering lantern.
Pretending we don’t hear the echo of every “no” we’ve ever collected.
And then, in a moment so strange and tender it almost feels like a dream,
a small light appears.
Not a floodlight.
Not a revelation.
Just a lamp—the kind you almost miss if your chin is still tucked against your chest.
But if you dare to lift your eyes…
You see it.
A warm halo waiting at the end of the corridor you once cursed.
A reminder that you were not being punished. You were being protected.
That the doors that slammed in your face weren’t endings—
they were escorts into alignment.
That nothing stolen was meant for you,
and nothing meant for you will ever pass you by.
For every misfit soul, every late bloomer, every quiet fighter who has ever whispered,
“Why isn’t anything working?”
…this truth is your inheritance:
You were never being pushed out.
You were being ushered in.
You were never being rejected.
You were being recalibrated.
And the corridor that once felt like abandonment
was actually the birthplace of who you were becoming.
If you have ever felt lost,
forgotten,
misplaced,
misunderstood,
or beautifully out of place—
Then you, my friend, are already holding the lamp.
And the door is closer than you think.
🌞 ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A.L. Childers writes for the misfits, the seekers, the late bloomers, and the souls who refuse to give up—no matter how dark the hallway becomes. Known for her emotional honesty, cinematic storytelling, and timeless voice, she creates books that sit beside you in the shadows and hand you a light.
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