The box exists for a reason. Actually several.
The box keeps the rain out and the heat in. It also keeps the rif-raf out and the people like us in.
The box serves as a guide. Here’s a good direction and a great place to play. But also, stay here, don’t go there.
The box serves up ready-made excuses. The box won’t let me.
The box is familiar. Everything makes sense in the box.
Honestly, there’s probably nothing wrong with the box. Billions of people walk around in the box every day. Happy. Healthy. Safe.
But you and I both know that life begins outside the box.
