The Glass Box

I was in my friend’s car. He was talking me home. We were stuck in the midday traffic as rain drops continued to burst on the windshield, later be swept off. In the background, music continued to play as I spoke. “I don’t know why but I feel so down but nothing is going wrong.” He replied, “Yeah man, I’m depressed too but I have nothing to be depressed about. I think it’s the weather.”

Then I realized why I had felt so down. It had nothing to do with receiving a detention or receiving a forty four on a test. It was that in life I’m confined to the small boundaries of a glass box. Normally I don’t even realize it because glass is clear but today the rain hitting against the boundaries of the box showed me how constrained I was. In the box, I have all the tools and necessities for life but the only thing it lacks is the adventures of exploration. For some people, they enjoy living in the box as long as they have the materialistic things or have a significant other to live with but I can’t stand it. I need adventure. I need exploration. I need to get out.

The only question I ask is; Was I confined to this box to learn to enjoy living in it or was I confined to this box to learn to break out of it?

Love All,

GhanDEEP