Picture this...

Picture this... That your heart is like a mansion
Picture what it might look like.
Maybe your mansion is quite big, for some of us its like a grand estate, for others maybe not so much.
How many rooms would there be? and what would they look like?
Imagine a guest room.It's the place for people you meet, where newcomers stay.
For some of us,it's a huge room and has chairs, tables, food and even gifts for your guests, your acquaintances. It's warmly decorated with jokes and smiles. For others, the room is dull and empty. There's no effort put into this room and the only thing it has is an air conditioner that's set to cold and bitter. It's not very welcoming...but after all, it's the only room you entrust access to everybody.
Then Imagine the trophy room.
For some it's filled with awards, distinctions, accomplishments and things we are proud of, things we want everyone to see about ourselves. Some of it's good, others not so good. Yet for others, this room has hardly anything. Empty because we have nothing to be proud of? Or empty because we're not proud of anything? There's a difference.
The library, the place of knowledge, education and the accumulation of curiosity.
For some of us it extends many hallways and you need a ladder just to get to every single book and it's where we spend alot of our time, reading, learning, re-reading and re-learning. Others of us, it is but an old bookshelf that you never touch and collects more dust than it does books.
The entertainment room.
In here we keep our TV's, computers, console games, ipods and cell phones. Or maybe our sketchbooks, artworks, guitars and fish tanks...fish tanks??
Warcraft probably lives in here.
Some of us spend too much time here because not only does it hold our possessions, but our obsessions as well. Others don't even have this room...How boring.
The kitchen, bathroom and toilet.
...I don't really know what they represent but they're just there. After all I guess we all need to eat, shower, pee and poop. Some things in life we just can't avoid.
And then there's the basement. The storage room of things we can't get rid of.
Our past, the hurts and pains, our fears. For some of us, we pack them into boxes and we tape it shut. We put a 'do not open' label over them and seal them away, away from the rest of the house, away from everybody we know, and most of all away from ourselves. For others, this rooms full and messy with regrets and dissatisfaction. Some of us sleep here.
The second bedroom.
This room's reserved for a special someone. Only the ones we love stay here.
Is it empty? empty because you've locked it after the last person that was in there? or empty because it's never been opened in the first place.
Maybe this room is a mess - A mess because you let just about anyone in here and so too many come and go. A mess because you never clean it up.
Finally, the Masters bedroom.
A signature of the owner, it has the keys to every single other room in your mansion, even the basement.
Is this room yours? Or does it belong only to the Only One? Think...