Lately I've been surrounded by totes, car fulls of junk and moving boxes with the big move going on. You heard it. We are finally making the transition out of my parents basement to our very own place. Along the way though the moving boxes really got me thinking. Not in a literal way, but more metaphorically.
As I was packing my things I noticed how I was putting the same sort of things into each box and putting a label on it; 'Kitchen', 'Bathroom', 'Master Bedroom', etc. Why was I doing that? Probably because that's usually the key to being organized with a big move like this. Either way, all it did was make my mind wonder.
In life, why is everything put in a box with a pretty little label on it? Is it to keep it organized? Or is it because we don't want odds and ends being mixed in with each individual box? Why as human beings do we keep ourselves in boxes? From day one, we put a label on our box, but sadly most of the time that label has been stuck on there by others. From then on, once we have our pretty little label, we no longer allow things in our box because they don't fit the label because that would lead to a mess, right?
I've noticed over the last few years how I've boxed myself in to what others have labeled me, yes I'm guilty too, but aren't we all? I think it's fair to say that we all have been boxed in at one point or another in our lives but it's time to slice the duct tape. We can be anything we want in life, and nobody should tell us otherwise. If we allow ourselves to have labels, what makes us different?
Basically what I'm trying to say is fuck boxes and moving can suck it.
