Is There Even a Door for Me?

Four years back, I was so close to reaching something I'd always wanted-it would’ve brought me nearer to my dream. But it didn’t work out, and my heart shattered. Then a senior brother called me and said, "Don’t lose hope, brother. When Allah closes a door, He opens another." That was probably the last time I felt any hope. I tried again, and it didn’t work. Four years… I look at my life, then at others, and all I can do is let out a long sigh of disappointment. Four years, and I’m stuck. Everyone’s moving forward-they have jobs, dreams, they’re getting married to their wives, starting families, enjoying life. When I talk to them, they have their plans all laid out. Another sigh. I wake up, I try again. Nothing. Right now, I feel like I don’t have the energy to try anymore. But I’m only 25. I should be out there lighting up the world, living my best life, yet I’m stuck. Four years. No doors, no windows. Just a man with no direction, nothing. Where’s my door? Do I even have one? Has my Lord abandoned me?