There’s an old image I came across called “Knocking on a Deaf Man’s Door.”
And the first time I saw it, I felt it more than I understood it.

Because if you’ve lived any amount of life, you know exactly what that feels like.

You knock.
You wait.
You knock again—maybe a little louder this time.

You’re hoping for movement.
For a sound.
For any sign that what you’re saying is being heard.

But nothing comes.

Knocking On A Deaf Mans Door