what will become of us?

[hawkthehunter]

ever get that feeling that you're in a box... isolated, surrounded by walls that like sentinels accompany you everywhere you go, occassionally disguising themselves in vibrant colors and sweeping murals, but still walls, all the same? Ever have the feeling that you carry that box with you, that it follows you through school, through life, through time? Ever feel that you might never get to know anything beyond those walls, that you might be forever doomed to be something other than your true self, forced to fit into a perfect cubic mold, yet not having enough to give, being spread to thin to fit the shape you're told to fit, ever feel that every moment we live, or at least a large majority of them, have a dangerously high chance of being full of crap? Ever feel that the life of the box and welcome mat is all you'll ever know? Ever wonder if maybe that's okay...that at least you KNOW some of yourself, if you can think of all that, feel all that. Ever think that its through our understanding of who we are that we gain a greater command of that identity? ever think that, as you realize who you are, and can see the choices that have led to that identity, that perhaps, it allows you to better see, and better decide the choices that the future will hold, or at the very least, maybe not worry so much about making them.......Ever think that sometimes all it takes is a good little inner monologue to answer your own questions?

*insert smile here*