"Boxed up"

Boxes. 4 by 4 with a lid and a base. Yeah, you'd know what a box is. Something to store things. You put it in, seal it, and keep it in a corner. Ever try getting into one and see what it's like being shut in?

Doesn't the way we live in mimic to being in a box? Lets try:

- You go home. You step into a ceiling, a floor and 4 walls. A box.
- You go to work. You head to your cubicle of a ceiling, a carpeted floor and 4 partitions. A box.
- You are called to a meeting. You sit in a room of 2 glass windows and 2 glass walls. A box.
- You drive out. You get into your car of a hood, a floor, a rear, a front glass and 4 doors. A box.
- You hang out at the mall. Yes. 4 walls. A box.

Did it occur to you that we've been spending so much of our time inside a closed up area? If your not working, you'd be at home, or you'd be in a cinema or at your favourite cafe joint or in a moving vehicle. Basic places that you'd be. And all of them are closed up. You've been in a box your entire life. Only the boxes in our life comes in various shapes, various sizes and various colours. Still, it's a box!

How often do we lay out under the sun? How often do we walk in the rain? How often do we let the wind carry us away? How often do we feel the snow on our skins? Simple everyday things that we neglected, which was substituted with fluorescent lightings and air conditioning and carpets in this urbanised civilisation of ours. Maybe our boxes have been so nicely 'wrapped' that no one actually seem to mind being in one.

"Hey, I'm in here. Can you see me?"

No wonder I've been feeling all so wrong. It's llike being trapped in, unable to run, unable to breathe. Being in boxes for too long does things to your head. It's about time to get out.