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Thursday, December 01, 2005



Thoughts – Trapped in a box

I remember once someone told me watermelons were sold in squares.
“Squares?” I asked, “Aren’t watermelons round?”
“They were squares then.” She told me with a smile on her face.
She looked at my face all contorted with disbelief and laughed.

Then, she started to tell me, “They were moulded; shaped to suit our needs.”
“It was due to that that they could be packed and shipped across countries.”
“More conveniently, that is.” She paused for a while before continuing.
“They became like that due to Man’s manipulation.”

“How?” I asked, “How is this possible?”
She looked down at the crate she was sitting on and said,
“They were put into square boxes, just like this one.” She tapped the crate.
“They were left to grow there, compressed till it took form into a square,”

It was then I began to ponder, to think things over.
Perhaps I had let my thoughts grow wild.
Even this story had a moral; an insight to life.
An insight about the people around us…

There are many types of people.
Some are like the box, manipulative and in total control.
Others are like the watermelon, trying to grow in a limited space;
Hardly given the freedom to develop into who they really are.

Sometimes I feel like the watermelon, being confined by a box.
A box that seems to be becoming smaller as I grow.
A box that feeds on confidence and self-assuredness.
A box that gives rise to an atmosphere of fear and guilt.

This box is a cage engineered not only trap something inside,
But also to prevent its growth.
It enshrouds the watermelon in a world of darkness,
Hiding tufts of truth and reality in its nooks and crannies.

I look out at a tiny hole that I have made in this box,
And see a beautiful, rising sun at the horizon.
I know that if I break free from this box, there is hope.
My dream of being free will be fulfilled.

If only I can find some type of key…
Now, I am still continuing my search,
And I know, one day, I will be out there,
Out of the box’s grasp – I will be free.