[ WP ] You wake up to find yourself in a room with 5 doors . They are labeled 'peace ' , 'honor ' , 'truth ' , 'power ' and 'fortune ' . Which door do you choose to open and what happens ?

I awoke with a start, and groaned. I tried to move my head, and felt the gravel in my mouth, grimy and sharp. I could barely make my head turn, I was so tired. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the Light. How can I explain the Light it to someone who has n't been there? We all know what it was like, the light shining from all directions- omnipresent, flowing with a physical presence, surrounding our entire being. I forced my eyelids all the way open, and then I saw it. The whole pavilion, the five paths leading off into the distance. There were words there too, I ca n't remember....OH. Oh yes, that's right, they were the five-that-were-one. It shocked me to my core, those gates. 
 
 
 Tall and looming, I could see the gate of honor. I could feel the screams of battle, the blood-red stains. Looking more closely, I saw the pain in the eyes of a husband watching his wife lying in bed, listening to what the doctor had to say. I saw a brother picking up his sister, and tending to her bruises. I knew then what lied beyond those magnificent bars. As for the gate itself... it towered over me, seemingly overpowering my senses, and I could feel myself walking subconsciously towards it. But then my eyes fell on the next gate, and what I saw there stopped me in my tracks. 
 
 
 Riches beyond wonder. A stack of gold so high I had to lean back to see its peak. Every now and then you could hear the tinkle of another coin falling on top of its brothers, and here and there you could catch a glimpse of a sparkling diamond or ruby. My chest tightened, as I thought of what riches beyond could surpass those at the gate. But among all that, I saw a little chest, gleaming with light. When my eyes fell upon it, tears fell freely from my face, and I let out a burst of laughter- my body could n't contain the sudden joy. I knew then what lied beyond that gate. I stumbled forwards, tripping on a cold, metal bar, smacking my face onto the ground. 
 
 
 Tilting my head slightly, I heard the groans of slaves carrying kings and queens on their backs. I saw as the whips whistled in the air, racing towards their unfortunate targets. I saw fire and lightning, heard thunderclaps and whistles, smelled brimstone and alcohol. But it was n't there that my eyes lingered. It was at the top of the enormous gate, on which words were carved.'The power to right that which is wrong.' My mind flashed back to those days at school, out on the playground. The bullies, surrounding me and throwing endless punches, bloodying my face. That night in the alley, surrounded by those....animals. To right any wrong, the temptation was killing me, but I had n't gotten up yet before turning my head another direction. 
 
 
 The fourth gate was unassuming. A bit small, but impressive in its own right. It smacked of rightness, of understanding. Painted upon it were all the sayings of the famous people back home-'Love your neighbor as yourself', Justice tempered by mercy', etc. It seemed more powerful, more encompassing than the others, but I could n't shake the feeling that something was... off. There was no light. There were no sounds. All that existed beyond that gate was..silence. And then I saw it. 
 Or rather, I smelled it. My mum's apple pie, just like she used to place on the windowsill when she wanted us to come in from the yard. My eyes again filled with tears, and I wept, silently, in that place beyond all places. I wept, the broken being that I was, for all the times I had felt broken before had not felt like this. Here there was no one. Sitting in front of the silent gates, I sobbed and pleaded, rocking back and forth, screaming,'I just want to be whole again.' 
 
 
'Peace, child. You will be', said the Voice. It carried through my bones, rocking me back and forth with a finality that shook me to my core.'Not many ask for what you have. They go through life, full of wants. No one realizes that, together, they can form a unity so strong that the universe would tear itself to pieces if it could understand. They stride through the gates, not understanding that they each carry separate pieces, but only in the one is there a Whole. Now, come, my daughter. Let your Shepherd join you with His flock.'
