It’s easy to love something when it fits inside your boxes; Easier still to hate the things that don’t.
The problem with boxes is they can be an ever-evolving container, held together with judgment and lies.
There is danger in these thresholds, leaving little room to wiggle, little room to grow.
Somewhere along the line we fell into the illusion that boxes are a stronghold, and we must fit to survive.
The only outcome we can expect from boxes is division; bold lines that never needed to exist become guidelines for existing.
Some hold their boxes like a fortress, only allowing others who mirror their facade inside.
Others reside in cardboard boxes created for them at birth, seemingly inescapable, waiting for their inevitable demise.
There is no room for boxes in this life.
Every living being comes in various shapes and sizes; infinite opportunities for new ideas to merge with old ones.
When we can unbox ourselves, we exist with others intentionally, able to accept the beauty in our differences.
When we let free our boxes, we let free the boxes of those around us, and our lives merge the way they were always intended to.