A crowded room....

I walked past a few people, their hands touching mine, their feet shuffling across the wooden floor. The room was crowded, and the people were forgettable. Everyone scrambling towards another part of this empty box trying to find a way out, a door to freedom. Everyone here has only one goal; to be recognized, to be known, to be remembered. But the one question that opposes this belief of ours is, how? How do we do this? We know there is a door to this "success", we know what it looks like, how it feels when our empty hands run across it, and we even have the keys to its many locks. But do we know where this door lies? And if we ever find it, or even stumble across it, are we ready to discover what lies within?