Box

Have you ever noticed that life is getting harder the older you get? Not because you are getting smarter, or duller, nor is it because you now have 10 more kids to take care of compared to 5 years ago. (That's right, 5 sets of twins, one pair per year. Get yourself a TV series.) Yes, that's right, stop blaming those talkative co-workers, or that really attractive/handsome person across the street. Stop blaming the traffic jam blocking you from getting AWAY from the workplace. Stop blaming life, because it's really not life that's giving you the trouble, but rather, it's the circles around the boxes of your humanity.

Think about this:
Every morning, you wake up in a box to the sound of the loud beeping coming from another box. You sleepily attack the noisy box and slowly sit up in your box, rubbing your eyes (which hopefully are not boxes as well..). You sleepwalk into another box, hit the lights and spend about 10 minutes washing your face and brushing your teeth with the help of another box. Then you walk to yet another box, and find your clothes. When you're done with that box, you go downstairs and open a box to find objects of interest for your breakfast. You use another box to heat the objects you found in the box, and then you sit down at a box to eat. When you're done, you clean up and put all the dirty dishes in a box, then walk out your door. You go outside and get into a box, and spend the next 3 and a half hours stuck in a stream of boxes, where you exercise your complete vocabulary of rude and un-innocent words.
Sound familiar?
God bless.
xo, Kayla