The other day while I was driving to work, my commute being about an hour and twenty minutes, I was just looking around looking for what I call “opportunity for art”. That’s just my way of legitimizing not paying attention, for those of you who tend to wonder off like me. I came up with this idea while looking for opportunity, so maybe the wandering eye isn’t so bad.
One of my favorite things to do when driving is just looking around to see whats around me. I’ve always been a little fascinated that everyday something always seems to change. I like to watch the people in their cars, what their demeanor is, what they doing, just about anything I can think of in the moment. Hoping for the opportunity for art and thinking of something interesting to contemplate, I noticed all the cars, and how they reminded me of a coffin. Morbid I know; something about the square design, most cars have just one person inside and they looked like they were in state of solitude. I also noticed most everyone had their windows up breathing recycled air. I always prefer to put my windows down and enjoy the outside air, even if it’s just a little air.
We are living in a box
Then it occurred to me, we spend just about every waking minute living in a box of some sort. It’s usually a box you don’t even want to be in. Most, if not of all, our houses are built in the exact shape of a box; the rooms in the house are a box. You go to work in a car that resembles a box. Finally, you get to work and guess what? Either you work in a cube that’s a box, or an office that is as I’m sure you guessed by now a box, and in almost every case we are in a situation where we are breathing recycled air, no fresh air. I’m making a general statement here for storytelling purposes. I realize not everyone has cars, or houses or chooses to use air conditioning.
Where this becomes problematic for me is while we are living in a box, there are other forces at work that ensure two things; One there is very little room for movement while you are confined living in a box, and two there is no escape from the box. Once inside, the lid is sealed shut and the key is thrown away.
I wonder to myself, is this how we want to live? Spending every waking minute living in a box that is slowly suffocating the life out of us before the last breadth of life is pushed out of our existence. Life for most people has turned into what I call, the nesting doll disease, the boxes get smaller and smaller until you are in one that is an exact fit. I don’t know about any of you reading this article but if there is one thing I know, is that this constant set of smaller and smaller boxes isn’t for me. Whatever happened to taking time to smell the roses, now its sit in a cube or office or a vehicle driving there, wasting your valuable time to re-breathe everyone else’s discarded, recycled air.
I realize we all have bills to pay and families to support and it’s not that easy just to not go to work. We live in a time where it takes money to live, and as the old saying goes, it doesn’t grow on trees. All I’m saying is at some point we should take the time to look around and see what it is we are really doing and ask ourselves if this is what we are here to do.
The Deviant View
I have often wondered why our ancestors have used architecture designs like round rooms and pyramids. Maybe it’s because that’s how they viewed life. The pyramids, besides being an extremely strong structure, may have represented how they wanted to live. In the beginning, or birth, life is expansive and wide open, as we get older time begins to get smaller until there is nothing. Taking advantage of the expansive times was the immediate thought. I know the round rooms were for not being cornered by the devil, but couldn’t we take that as not being cornered by death. Being able to move freely and unobstructed through our life and not being backed into a corner for whatever reason.
We should all view life as opportunity, not opportunity for money, endless opportunity for new experiences, relationships that matter and a quest for knowledge. I wrote the other day that doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different outcome is stupidity. The reality is by spending our time confined to someone else’s box is stupid. We can never experience what is truly means to have this gift called being human.
I don’t know about you, but if I’m going to spend eternity in a box I’m sure as hell not going to do it now.
By King Deviant
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