A while back, I was sitting in my little blue box on a black lane meant especially for boxes. I stood still, surrounded by many other boxes. There was no movement at all.
Strange, really, that my life is full of boxes. A box I live in, filled with smaller boxes arranged around one of those big, flat HD boxes—as big and as flat as possible, because that seems important. On that HD box, I see that bigger boxes are better than smaller ones, and that buying new boxes will make me happy.
That’s why, every day, I went in my little blue box to another box to earn money to pay for my boxes. And because I spent too much time looking at that big, flat HD box, I went to yet another box to work out—because it told me I should, in order to become successful. And if I am successful, I can buy an even bigger box, with which I can then stand still among other boxes on a special black lane for boxes…
Last year, I said goodbye to many of my boxes. I sold my super-box in Rotterdam. I looked at the boxes I had consciously—or unconsciously—pushed to the back. I opened boxes I didn’t even realize I still had. I made a conscious choice to keep only a few—only those that support me in building a new life, in a new place, with far fewer boxes.
Now I have space again…
I invite you to take a good look at your own boxes. Say goodbye to the ones that no longer support you, or refill the important ones that have become a little empty. I’m sure you’ll be surprised by the beauty you find.