Boxes.

For most of my life I felt as if I couldn’t be like the people I surrounded myself with. I put myself to the checklist box and I couldn’t fill it in. My level of chill needed great exhaustion to feel at peace. One day I realized how much I loved climbing boxes. I realized my perception of boxes and what one must be is completely consumed by what one thinks they must be. I climb boxes now. I move about. I look under the stones and submerge myself in mysterious waters. Find your boxes. Climb them. Even a box has many perspectives.

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