Ever thought about how we have been labeled and boxed since the day we were born? Yes, we’ve been given a name without our approval and we’ve been placed in a home with a family also without our consent. We’ve grown up with rules set up by our families. Fed food and thought by our families with their belief-systems. All good, cause these are the basics which made us who we are today.

As we grow old, we actually go from box to box. Every time we enter just another box. At first all the boxes are chosen for us. Like when we first went to school. All the activities we took part in, like for example sports or music. The older we get, the more interesting it gets, cause we get to box ourselves. Yay, awesome right. We can choose where we want to work, places to live, things to do. Even our own partners, if we’re lucky, we get to choose.

But today as I sit here, trying to open up all these boxes I’ve put myself in, I’m really just trying to figure out every single box I’m in. Cause really, in not one of those boxes, I completely fit! I’m either struggling to stay in the box or come out of it, but really not sure which one would be best. In this whole mental fight with myself, I just decided to just sit chill in every box, but take note that both my legs are dangling out of the box, cause well yeah “I don’t really fit”.

As I sat there, I realized that all these boxes come with a certain amount of norms and values and it is expected from us to live up to these norms and values. At least that was what I thought. But really, I’m no miss perfect! As I recall, I’ve been rebellious all my life. So why did I have so much trouble now trying to fit in? Why was I so hard on myself to be the norm in order to be of value? Remind me again whose norm? And remind me again who to be valuable to? (Thinking out loud: “If not myself?!”)

Bear in mind that at some point you really don’t know who you are, cause what you’ve become are just all the labels you’ve been labeling yourself with related to all the boxes you’ve placed yourself in. So if you’ve allowed yourself to be programmed by this thing called society, no wonder all those feelings come bubbling up like boiling water. What you expect? Feelings are the one thing telling us something’s either right or wrong.

Slowly my mental fight calms down as I realized that being labeled and boxed actually limits! I couldn’t possibly live up to all the standards instructed to me. Cause well, I’m only human, with my own piece of mind. Don’t get me wrong, cause all those boxes are really for the best I believe. But what’s best for you, doesn’t necessarily mean that’s best for me.