Thinking Outside The Box

Safa Saifudeen
2012-16 CSE

Thinking Outside The Box

Looking out the window, I see the dog walking in circles in its cage. Boredom, perhaps is the cause for it to be wearing treadmarks into the concrete floor.

It’s not very hard to imagine being trapped. Boxed. Asked to conform. Being told to colour within the lines when all you really want is to spray paint all over the walls.

Living in a world where someone who is even mildly different is kept at an arm’s distance away from the pack, making your own way can be lonely. When loneliness strikes, it becomes necessary to prioritize. What’s more important? To assert yourself and leave your mark or to be accepted?

There isn’t really a right answer to this question as it depends on the person. How much would you sacrifice to be able to express yourself, how attached are you to the people around you.

The diplomat in me does not agree that it is wrong to seek acceptance. Different things work for different people. The world would be a pretty boring place if everyone were the same.

Sometimes if you’re lucky, somewhere along the road you meet a like-minded soul. It makes moving forward just a little bit easier. I don’t get attached, though. I wouldn’t want to be distracted from the ultimate goal.

The goal. To leave your mark, to do your bit in making a difference, to be recognized as a force to be reckoned with. To make colouring outside the lines just as accepted as staying within them, to change the norm, maybe even to destroy the concept of there being a norm.

The dog’s sat down, it’s tired, maybe. Sometimes you’re defeated by the box, it’s easier to stop trying and pretend you’re dreams were childish fantasies than to keep trying.

Or maybe the dog is part of a covert organization headed by pigs (think Animal Farm) looking to destroy mankind and establish ultimate animal supremacy.

I’m just saying.

I like dogs.


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