When I read the “out of the” part of the title
I immediately concluded that the phrase would end in “box” but alas, my dreams
were shattered and my heart dropped. My world turned to grey and the sun no
longer shone. My head hung low and I could not bring myself to face the world
any longer. All my aspirations for the future dashed to pieces by the absence
of that three letter word.
Putting my deep depression aside, the funny thing is that once you’re told to
think or write out of the box your mind instinctively recedes even further into
the comforting darkness of the very same box and all of the possible ideas you
could have had are trapped. They are trapped like a beautiful butterfly in the
cupped hands of an infant. Strange thing the mind is, huh?
Anyway, out of the bubble…the usual thing comes
to mind about society having to open its eyes to the many horrors that exist
and take place every day, every minute and every second. I think about the
constant instruction to step out of our sheltered existences and face reality.
I agree totally but this is one of those tasks that are easier said than done. Wouldn’t
you prefer to remain in the vacuum-like safety of your bubble than face the
frightening statistics of child deaths from starvation?
Langa-Rose
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