Sometimes simply living with yourself is like walking down a long corridor past many open doors. You try to look straight ahead, stay focused on one particular door, your destination, but out of the corner of your eye you can see activity in many rooms as you walk by, and it's all you can do to keep from stopping and looking in, which you know you absolutely shouldn't do, unless you are prepared to really wade through some serious emotional muck. So you try so damned hard to stay on course and just go into that one room you've chosen, and ignore this buzz of activity, these little hot zones and dangerous places. The alternative is to not think at all, or to anesthetize yourself against any reflection, which is no good either if you have any desire to evolve or grow or learn anything. So you tell yourself you can't afford to enter these other rooms right now, it's too much, you just want to live and not be overwhelmed, but it's a cruel corridor because the doors won't close, or there aren't any doors, or the doors are closed but there are keys dangling in some of the locks, tantalizingly, like in The Shining, and unless your powers of denial and resolve are remarkably strong you can't help but check them out and catch glimpses of the horror inside these little rooms.