The Box

How often I have considered myself to be in a place of security when in fact there was none. I seem to be in a box and keep myself there to shield myself from the outside world. At times it is more difficult in the inside of the box then I could imagine it would be if I just opened it up and stepped out. But, to step out would mean I would be going into the unknown where to stay in the dark, even though it is dismal it is what I know. How often do we stay in a place that is harmful to ourselves because to move on to us would be too scary? Maybe it’s time to open the flaps and take one step at a time out of that box. It might be the best move of our life.