“I asked her how it felt to be stuck in that box, to which she replied….”
….I made a box for myself; Well, I didn’t quite ‘make’ it on my own, completely. I was assisted by others (including my mother, who at the time thought a box was a good enough space to be in). And what’s worse: I started LIVING inside this stupid box, and perhaps ALL the time. And what did I turn into?…An almost corpse inside a coffin-like box.
Now I’m breaking free, from the nuts and bolts of metallic, mechanic conventions. I am breaking free after years of scratching at a supposed coffin, so many times being convinced in my rusting heart that I WAS actually dead! Thank God, for the first beam of light I felt on my face…
And you know something? ———- I am now grateful for being in that box then. It was so beautifully decorated and that too, just for me (or so I was told), that at first I felt guilty for wanting to break it, and to break out of it. But all those experiences taught me many precious lessons of life, jewels that I wouldn’t have been able to claim otherwise!
I shall highlight here, the top two:
First, convention DOES (begin to) appear beautiful to the one ‘locked’ inside it, after a certain point…
And why not? —————–
Those aesthetics have been conditioned so in the minds (of the majority), as these very minds begin to forget that not everyone (including themselves) has to adhere to similar parameter(s) of aesthetic. And those who do so, are for the most part just being disloyal to themselves and to the entire human race in turn.
Second, the one striving for freedom must be equipped with adaptability skills.
i. When you’re trapped in, you learn to survive against the toughest, most unwanted conditions (provided you recognize being involuntarily trapped).
ii. In the (later) process of breaking out, the same survival skills help you be creative and to persevere, in devising your escape route!
iii. Once out, the free bird doesn’t get things sent down from Heaven for free. She must struggle hard in all kinds of weather, and have strong wings to fly long lengths and tall heights, and to stay vigilant in case she might get lucky enough to find a small flock.
But simultaneously, she ought to be aware so as not to burn herself out in the scorching sun, and to make home in whatever the journey allows…
For she knows, nothing within the journey is permanent, other than the winding journey itself!
o This piece was written by me just a few days before I discovered this work and caption of Dali’s (on none other than Facebook); hence I created this connection between the two…as if he had had me in mind whilst addressing ‘this question’ to this work of his (title)..!
o (Facebook-page reference for Dali’s work & the title (on top): https://www.facebook.com/SalvadorDaliPage/photos/a.403295316041.195779.15650321041/10152676730646042/?type=1&theater)