2 doors and a broom closet

When you were born, you went through a door. You have entered a hallway. That hallway is your life. You walk through the hallway and as you go you paint pictures and put them on the walls. Those pictures are the experiences that you face, the stories you go through. Once you put them on the walls, a glass frame encloses it so that no harm may come to it. Sometimes however, an earthquake rocks the hallway and a frame may fall off the walls. You then must go into a broom closet and clean up the glass, lest you walk over the glass and harm yourself. When you go to the broom closet you find an assortment of brooms. You have to choose the correct broom to clean up the mess. This decision may be very hard at times, this is because if you choose the wrong broom it can make your journey through the hallway much harder than you thought. On the other end of the hallway is another door. Some people find this door fascinating because it is at the end of your life that you go through it. This door is death. Some people look at it and admire it. Some people fear it and try to stay as far away from it as possible. However sometimes there are those who play with the door. They turn the knob and peek through. They stroke the door. Getting used to the idea that they must face it… Just like everyone else. There are also those who get sick of the hallway and the pictures that they created, the glass on the floor, and the brooms that they had chosen. They decide to run through the hallway, grab the knob of the door, open, and walk through it.