Boxes, just more and more fucking boxes and to me that’s the real problem.
Too many people, hell all of us, have this tendency to put everyone else into boxes. Why? Because it’s easy, and we’re inherently lazy. Being lazy isn’t always a bad thing, great strides in all sorts of fields are made because someone didn’t like all the work involved doing things the old way. But way too often that lazy nature spills over into how we see each other and we create boxes. Then we label them and start stuffing everyone into them. We then see everyone as a label and never see them as anything more, that’s sad. We often stuff or allow ourselves to be stuffed into our own box with its label, and that’s even sadder.
We even revel in our boxes and labels. Get into conflicts trying to prove our box is the right box and anyone that is in our box is the “right kind” of person. Those that aren’t are a lesser class of human and are only worthy of being despised and ridiculed. Sometimes in a soft manner but also in a aggressive manner and we even seek to destroy them outright. We have numerous examples of people who are so entrenched in the boxes that they seem to be the epitome of hate. But their hate is fueled by the fact that all they can see is the box and the label. And don’t think that this only applies to certain people, because it doesn’t. Everyone that loves the box they live in can fall prey to this and often do.
You’re not a label and you don’t live in a box. That realization will free you. But it won’t make life easier, it’ll make it harder in fact. Many people want those boxes, no need those boxes, and without them they can’t function. They’ll keep trying to stuff you back in the box, because boxes are neat and orderly. Things don’t spill all over the place and things aren’t messy. Hard to deal with and requiring real effort. It’s even why once we escape the boxes still have an attraction. They make life so much easier. But don’t let that happen. You’re now free to take the journey of your life. To actually find yourself in your completeness. Imperfect and messy. Incongruous and unbigoted. Aspects of yourself you’ll either love or hate, but embrace them both anyway, because it’s still you boxless and alive. As we’re meant to be.
