Building walls, and tearing them down

I think that as kids, our [hearts/minds/souls] are like wide open fields. As we grow, we start building. We get hurt, we put up walls. Next think we know, we're trapped in a hallway.

Once in a while, we meet someone who makes us break down those walls and put in a door to let that person in. One might call that love.

But with every new opening, there is a chance we get hurt. Sometimes we may have to close a door for a while, but not necessarily throw away the key.

But we can't stop breaking down those walls just because another door had to close. Maybe someday we'll tear down all the walls.