Image living in a 20x20 box. The box is divided into three smaller sections – A bedroom, kitchen, and a living room with a small couch facing the only door leading to civilization and to the promise land. The box is dark, lonely, and quiet. There is nothing to inspire or to motivate you – there is only you and your thoughts.
On the other side of the door is promise land, or so you have been told. But, when you attempt to learn what is on the other side of the door you are greeted by noise, congestion, and what appears to be judgmental people everywhere you look. The vision of what you want to see occupies your thoughts engulfing your soul with anxiety and fear. You immediately retreat and close the door to your box.
You see! It’s not so bad in here after all. Yes it is quiet and yes it is lonely, but I don’t have to deal with whatever is out there. It’s loud, noisy, and extremely busy for my liking. How can that be the promise land? I think I will stay right here - safe in my little box.
Not long after you retreated into your little box you begin to experience loneliness and a desire to move on to bigger and better things again. You are growing tired and lonely from being the only person living in your little box. You are ready to move on, but the only problem is you have to face whatever is on the other side of the door.
It can’t be that bad – they say it’s the promise land and I can do anything I choose if I could just walk out the door and figure it out for myself.
You approach the door with caution. You open the door slowly as you stare up and down the street to gauge what is going on in promise land. The noise is just as loud as the last time if not louder. There is traffic everywhere, and the people standing on the street turn towards you staring you down like you are some creature or something.
No thanks – I feel safe right here. There is no such thing as promise land. This is my promise land right here in my little box. I feel safest in my little box and nobody could tell me otherwise. Promise land my ass…
Just outside the box about 100 meters to the left and around the corner sits the most incredible view of the promise land. It is filled with peace, love and JOY. The scenery is picturesque – something out of a movie. But… for the poor person stuck inside the box, they might never learn the truth. They have chosen to sit with their own thoughts of what isn’t, and the only emotion they could feel is loneliness. BUT... What they may or may not know is depression will soon be knocking at the door requesting a friendship.
Are you living inside of a box?
8 comments:
Oooh! I liked this so much I "thumbed up" it on Stumble Upon.
VERY well written. You've come a long way!! I was engaged, drawn in, hearing the voice and tone of this. LOVE IT!
I'm with Sue! Says so much so simply.
I also enjoyed this one. Good job Bruno...and by the way...NO, never, to the box. ;)
You can also draw from stories of homeless people and those who have been homeless but who are no longer. Consider Neal Donald Walsch, author of Conversations of God series of books. A few of the Secret teachers were also homeless for as long as 15 years at earlier points in their lives. Regardless of your conditions, you can use them to gain perspective and learn lessons. You encourage people to open their minds.
Bruno, Your the BEST.....
Thanks Sue! I appreciate your comments and thank you for the encouragement to continue writing. It has been an uphill battle but I am learning. :) Much more to come.
Thanks Julie!!
Good choice jojo! And thank you for your continued readership. I enjoy reading your comments. :)
I've missed your comments Liara.. Welcome back and i will most certainly pickup the new book. Thank you!
Thanks barbie - know that you are the best too.
I want to let you all know that as of yesterday i started to update morning java with two and maybe three posts per day.
Stay tuned!!
Great post you have here. I don't live in a box. :-) I try to make little goals to reach a bigger goal . But most of my aspirations now are centered on my family and God. I am over with my "self" ambitions.
Hey, thanks for the "comment love" ...and all your support.
THIS is a children's story waiting to be written.
Just sayin'.
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