#emptyrooms

If I were to tell my experience as a story, it would be something like this.

I was the caretaker of a long corridor.

Countless doors lined its walls—wooden doors, iron doors, faded doors, and freshly painted doors that still seemed to carry the scent of paint. There were too many to count.

Whenever someone called for me, I searched for the door that seemed right for them.

One day, a traveler arrived.

“I’m looking for something I’ve forgotten,” they said.

So I began walking through the corridor. I checked the doors one by one. But I had no idea what it was they were searching for.

The traveler didn’t seem to know, either.

And so we walked together.

“Maybe this one.”

It wasn’t.

“How about this one?”

Not that one, either.

After passing hundreds of doors, the traveler suddenly stopped.

They stood before a small door.

It didn’t look special. There were no decorations, not even a keyhole.

Yet the traveler quietly said,

“I think it’s here.”

When the door opened, there was nothing inside.

No treasure. No answer.

Only the light of evening streaming through the room.

I tilted my head in confusion.

The traveler smiled a little.

“It seems what I was looking for wasn’t a thing.”

“Then what was it?”

I asked.

Looking out toward the fading light, the traveler replied,

“Maybe I was searching for the time itself.”

I couldn’t fully understand what they meant.

But they looked content.

After a while, the traveler left the corridor.

I resumed my walk as its caretaker.

Soon, someone else would arrive.

Another door would need to be found.

But sometimes, I still think about that empty room.

People do not always travel to find answers.

Sometimes, the thing they are searching for becomes the time they spent searching alongside someone else.

I think that is what the traveler taught me.

And so, even today, I continue walking through the corridor.

I do not know what door the next visitor will be looking for.

But I can search with them.

Because beyond the corridor, there are still countless doors waiting to be discovered.