Boxes
Been thinking about boxes
The ones into which we constrain our “selves”
We are told to “think outside the box”
When each box we crawl inside is different
and more importantly different from that one from which we are being judged
I have been pushed outside my box from an early age
Being moved around from here to there
But not of my own choosing
I have also chosen to move outside my box
Expanding the box within which I live
To the USAF
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To Korea
To the married life box
To the fatherhood box
And many other places and boxes far and wide
Today I find myself in a different box
Not only away from the box I like to call mine…home
But a box within a box with in a box
You see I live in a small box of a room ironically called a CHU (I say shoe because it is like a shoe box others say chew)
I work for the most part within an area of about ¾ of a sq mile. Contained by T-Walls and fence. Within a box called Balad AB which is about 8.3 sq miles
Inside the box of Iraq, which is like a box of cracker jacks
A cheap toy inside every box
But the best box of all is the one where all this came from, the one sitting on the top of my shoulders.
