Everyone tells you that when you fail, there is always another door, with another opportunity. But what they never considered is how you get the door to open. I’m in English class right now, the voice of the teacher fades from my ears and all I see, all I can think about is the cold, silver door handle on the door, across the room.

As I sit in class, bored and heavy-eyed, my mind begins to wander deeper into curiosity. 

I laugh to myself, as questions begin to arise within my mind. I wonder how many germs are all over the door handle, I wonder who touched it, who cleaned it, What would the world be like without door handles? I suddenly become intrigued by my own thoughts and then I realize how special the door handle is.

Every person who lays their hand upon the handle blesses it with its oily, germy hands, the door handle has seen things, and has kept it secret. From all my thinking, I conclude that I have a lot of respect for door handles, because a world without them means that there is no handle on the doors life will put in your path. Door handles are more significant than the door they’re on, because without a door handle, there’s no way to open the door before you.