Too often, we fumble at the doors of opportunity, cursing our key chain, wishing God, our parents or our country gave us the secret code. If only we had been better equipped, we could have enjoyed the treasure behind the door.
But the fault does not lie with God, our parents or where we were born. Most of the fault is our own, and some of the fault is with the “doors of opportunity” analogy. The doors don’t exist.
Opportunities aren’t guarded by portals and locks. So wishing for keys is futile. Opportunities are disguised as the thorny, overgrown paths that we walk by 100 times a day. We can’t see where they lead, and if there’s a treasure, it’s hidden far — and most certainly uphill — from the trailhead.
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