Secret doors
It maddens me to think how much of life is constrained by fear and convention. Even if I’m relatively courageous and eclectic, there are ideas that pierce into my consideration as I rush to catch a train—I see dozens of secret doors, some dead ends, and some leading to a tangibly different life, and I brush them all off equally. Makes me think I need a yearly ritual where I go into Manhattan without any aim other than to approach 1,000 situations.