‘… all my life I was knocking on the door and when it finally opened, I realised that I had been knocking from the inside.’

I’m probably paraphrasing this (from Mowlana Jalaluddin Rumi, I believe) but when I heard it for the first time I got it, and that ‘got it’ was way beyond an understanding of what it meant.

And then I realised that I’d heard it before many many times and in many many ways.

I guess there’s a time and a way for everyone, just not one time or one way.

Suppose it might pay to keep our eyes open without straining them too hard : )