Box (-ing)

I always have certain fascination about box. I would go to a box store just to see those boxes in so many motives, colors and size, touch them and imagine what kind of stuff I can put there.

I love boxes and I have never imagine that this particular fascination would help me get through my life.

Yes. You read it correctly. From the love for boxes, I get help to get through with my life. Some of you might wondering how in the hell I can do that? Some of you might already guess me right. And some of you might also doing the same thing as myself already.

For you whom might still wondering how in the hell I can get help from my fascination of boxes, here you go.

The wise said, in order to be happy, we need to live in the present, right ? Well, I have problems with that. My brain can understand that statement but it is freaking difficult to have the attitude. I am either worrying about the future or clinging to my past. And this box-ing methode helps me to deal with one of them, the clinging to my past part.

When something is over (or should be over), I would have picture a box in mind. Then every single thing that relates to that particular event and/or person would go to that box.

The box-in process can take a lot longer than it should. That’s my weakness. But somehow, those times would give me many things to learn. Or maybe I am good at taking advantages from the worst.

Back to the boxing process. Each time I visualize it, it helps me to have that ‘let go’ feeling, bit by bit. And when finally I can imagine that I close the box with a tape, what a relief!

As for now, I am still boxing some things in few boxes. One box from last year is closing. Lessen my burden, free myself to embrace unlimited possibilities.

‘You gotta love the process, Babe’ – said me to myself.
That’s what life all about, isn’t it?

Boxes of Life, cont’d

Turn out its very helpful, this box-ing metaphor. Sort of clearing my hectic mind’s screen a bit.

Now, in my surface, I have many boxes. Some still need to be filled, some nearly full, and it might need to add some more boxes for particular phase.

But in one particular box, I am going slow filling it up. All those memories, all those feelings, all those experiences, I cherish so much. Every time I found myself memorizing a moment, I would picture myself having that moment as real as possible in my mind. I would recalling every iota second of it. Until I am ready to put it in the box.

Still ongoing..
Still memorizing..
Keep box-ing.. in my ‘unforgetable’ box..

Boxes of Life


We are all have our metaphores in our own lives.

For example, sometimes I find myself picturing my life time line as waves with me riding it in my own surf board.

But this time, I would like to write about my ‘boxes’. My boxes of life. I pictured my life has so many boxes. Each contains certain memories of one phase of my life. Phase of relationships, phase of works, phase of family, and so many other phases. Some I managed to be kept deep down inside my heart, but some still in the surface, cause the phase is not over yet and/or I’m not letting it go due to some reasons.

Interestingly, I just found out that I am part of other’s boxes. Yes. You all would probably thinking now, where the hell were you all these times ?. Well, I guess, I just got here :).

Few weeks ago, friend of mine, well we were sort of close back then, told me that I was in his past box, which he, sometimes, still open it and recalling those memories. Often comparing to what he has in this present time. Umm.. Frankly speaking, I can’t comment on that. And I didn’t.

Then not a while ago, I realized something on conversations I have with my other friend. He always use this future tense while he talks about us. ‘will’, ‘let see’, ‘want to’ and every future modal verb words are always there, in our conversations. All these times, I was not realizing this pattern. Until that moment. When he typed ‘you will.’. There it was. His future box of his life, where he put me in. I have some comments on this, but the time isn’t due yet to bring this up.

I never really put a thought about where others put me in their box. But these 2 experiences made me think. Because my boxes about these 2 phases of relationship is still in the surface.

Its a total freedom of mine and also of theirs where to put these interactions and memories to which box in my life and in their lives.

But sometimes, these interactions are not only mere interactions. Sometimes there are hopes, expectations, efforts and everything that could possibly follows an interaction. When we found out that the phase we share is not belong to the same box (in terms of time wise), what do we do ? What will happen ?

🙂

That’s what happened to me.
All I can do is smile.