Rules keep us from making mistakes, and keep us from being disorderly. But by blocking us from making mistakes, and by blocking us from being disorderly, I fear that they ultimately limit our creative potentials and the possibility of creating masterpieces that would have been created if we weren’t chained by the rules.
It is true that the box was created for our safety, but what if that safety is a guardian that blocks us from flying up reaching for our dreams, reaching for the amazing. It is true that we won’t be hurt this way, but what good is there if we can’t run to the forest of imagination even though we have both feet, what good is there if we have hundred years to breathe, if we can’t live freely for one day.
What if we could ignore the box that is limiting us, what if we could close our eyes and let the real ‘us’ create, the real ‘us’ that isn’t restrained, that isn’t blinded by rules. What if we could shut our ears and listen to our true voice, the voice that so longed to be heard.
I imagine there would be mess, in the world outside the box. But among the mess, among the chaos, there would be masterpieces among the piles of scrunched paper. I imagine there would be treasures beneath the rocks.
Isn’t that one masterpiece, worth it? Isn’t that one treasure worth digging the rocks?
It is true that we can create beautiful things even inside the box, but did you imagine the possible beauty of the world outside the box?
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