Last Friday, while being out with friends at the Spot, in realm of being buzzed, in the middle of jokes and random dilemmas, Hatihana brought up a question which seemed very interesting to me. The question itself has psychological interpretation, but I had no prior knowledge of how it works or what different responses mean. Every person at the table was asked to answer the question. The discussion turned to be very philosophical, but my version was rather short, and I keep the interpretation of my response for my readers. And finally, the questions was if there is a black, white, red, and blue door, in what order do you open them and what do you see behind each door?

My response:

I open the black door first. What I see are pregnant widows who are dressed in black. Next, I open the white door, and I see innocent kids wearing white gowns. Then I open the red door, and I see unleashed youths, reckless and drunk, high and plunk, dancing with love and passions. And finally, I open the blue door and all I see is a huge graveyard with grassy ground and white graves with burned black ashes of dead bodies cornering the sides of each grave.