OUTSIDE THE BOX

A journal.

There's something beautiful about being thousands of miles away from home, standing alone in an unknown country, with unfamiliar faces and places your mind has yet to dream of. It's the mystery of it all perhaps, how no one knows who you are, where you've come from or what you've seen. All that matters are that you're all here together, looking up at the same buildings, sharing the same sky, hearing the same trafficked roads and smelling the same cigarette smoke in the air. Sure you're complete strangers and in the morning faces will be forgotten; voices will be faded, but you're here now living in this moment. And you feel weightless, relaxed, no weight on your shoulders as you realize that you are just a cog in a machine bigger than anything you ever thought you knew. Here you are staring at mountains with layers of history and depth that you haven't even begun to fathom, staring at smiling faces of those you thought you knew but are really still discovering, and though you try to deny it, you're different now. You are not the same person who could work boring, tiresome 8 hour shifts for days on end with no haste or anger- just numbness. You are not the same person who rationalizes everything to ask the truth, you are not the same person to be non-challant and passive. No. Because you have seen the world, you have seen a place where music fills the streets constantly and people laugh away their worries. And live their dreams.

You are here. You are alive to witness what life is about. To breathe the different air, taste what the world has to offer and cry out of joy instead of sadness. No more wishing or wanting because this is what you have. The stars have finally aligned, the birds are chirping. You are free.

That's what makes it so hard when you have to leave and go back into the box.

But how do you fit back into a space that you've outgrown?

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