I like to explore other aspects of existence. Life is kind of like a big mansion. Most people limit their dwelling to the first floor and the few front rooms. And I can't help myself but to explore the dusty corridor of "where no man has being before." The truth is there are many of those who push the boundaries of the box of existence. I need to dig deeper and find them.
Most people are born into a box. So was I. The box defines who you are, what you should say and wear in certain situation, how you should react to what you see and hear. If you think about it, the box vociferously resists any nonconformity. Social pressure to conform mixed with our prime fear of being left out alone in the cold still keep us in that box.
I push and push on the walls of my existence. I sometimes get claustrophobic. But every inch feels liberating and intoxicating. Our thoughts backed up by a full stomach can carry us literally anyway. Away with the box. Life is short. Eat desert first.
