The tiny gate

Last night we happened to drive past the palace of an erstwhile royal family member residing in the city. The place is well fortified with spiked walls, 24-hour security and tall gates that are always shut. However, yesterday I noticed that a tiny gate beside the tall, main gate was open. The security guards also seemed relaxed and were chatting with one another.

I wondered if they had left the gate open because there were many at the main gate or was it because there was no apparent threat in sight.

I could not help but draw a parallel to our lives. We have strong walls, tall gates and friends who keep watch over us. Yet, there’s a tiny gate open somewhere that’s enough to let in storms of doubt, waves of fear and clouds of disbelief.

Guess it’s time to do a candid audit – for that little gate that’s open.