Indulges – Reflections: Boxes

I’m not a contortionist, heck I’m lucky if I can touch my toes. Are you one? A contortionist? You know one of those limber than limber beings who appear to have no bones, rubber for limbs (and everything else) who bend and fold like no human should be able to.

We watch in total fascination how they move and shape themselves into a small box. How they slowly unravel upon release.

So, I’ll ask again…are you one? Already said I’m not.

Why then do we accept being boxed in by our own thoughts and others’ perceptions?