I walked down the purple hall each day, past the door with no name. I wondered what it hid, what opening it might mean.

Maybe the color put me off, as so many other opportunities that passed me by. Purple they say occurs rarely in nature. The mixture of deep blue and fiery reds different from the other more gentle blends of everyday colors. Its meaning associated with ambition, power, and mystery, sometimes worn by winners, nobles, and royalty. 

I guess I felt that way about so many things, sensing the opportunity they might represent, but questioning myself, was I up to taking the risk and finding a winning way. So I walked by each day, until one, when I reached for the handle of the door with no name…