The threshold belongs to no one!
Not to the room you left, nor to the room you haven’t entered yet!
It is the thin line from which humans invented all their beginnings, built all their hopes, and spent their truest moments, unaware they were standing in the void!
The beginning is not a moment... the beginning is a threshold!
And every threshold naturally lies, not intentionally!
It promises what it cannot deliver!
Because it itself does not know what lies behind the door!
And this shared ignorance between the person standing and the threshold.. is the most beautiful lie invented by consciousness! And it reinvents it every morning without tire or shame!
And what’s even stranger is that we know it’s a lie!.. Yet, we applaud, standing!
If humans remembered all the thresholds they’ve stood on and how they were let down... they would never stand on another!
Perfect memory is not a blessing... it is paralysis crowned with wisdom!
Thus, nature gifted us with selective merciful forgetting we call hope, erasing the scars of past thresholds so we can stand on the next with the same initial tremor and the same unfulfilled promise!
Here lies the unresolved paradox:
We do not sanctify beginnings because they promise beauty... but because they do not last!
The sweetness of the threshold lies in its brevity!
In that unique moment when everything is possible and nothing has been ruled out yet!
Before the first mistake, before the first disappointment, before you discover the map did not match the terrain!
That moment does not last! For if it did, it would no longer be a threshold, but it would turn into residency!
Every beginning is the middle of a longer story whose first end is unknown!
A child stands at the threshold of his life in the middle of his family’s history!
Civilization begins on a threshold laid by an older civilization swallowed by the sands!
Even the universe, if we believe our theories, stood at the threshold of something unnamed!
The absolute beginning is an elegant illusion the mind rests in when tired of questioning!
And the first threshold is a more beautiful illusion because it makes you feel that it was you who chose to stand!
The real irony is not that we are deceived by thresholds!
The irony is that we know we are deceived and we stand on them by full choice and open eyes!
The wise and the naive tremble with the same shiver before the same door!
The wise knows there is another door behind it and enters... and the naive thinks it is the last door and enters!
Both enter, both hope, and both will one day stand on another threshold forgetting that they promised themselves not to stand on one again!
But there is something the threshold does not say: It not only unleashes hope, but it also releases the human from the burden of what preceded. Even if momentarily! Even with a beautifully chosen falsehood... And that moment, with all its known deceits, is our truest moments, because we pay its price in advance and with full intent - and we know it will end!
The real beginning is not when you stand on the threshold without knowing what is behind it!
The real beginning is when you know everything behind it, everything that let you down before, and you stand despite it all!
And that stance, not the initial innocence, is what deserves to be sanctified!
