I am a round peg that was pounded into a square hole. I was the person that was forced to stay in a closed dark box for too long. I was the person who saw the light but was forced to stay in the dark. That is until the day that I broke free. The day that I ran from those that were harming me. The day that my mind and body said it was enough and that there was no need to take any more punishment. That the people I had surrounded myself with were not the people who I should surround myself with. That I had it in my power to stop trying to fit in a space I did not belong and that I did not need to stay in a box because it was being loosely closed by my own mental weight. That breaking free from it would also break me free into a world of wonder, a world of color, a world of people who did care, a world where I could be the person that I was intended to be.
My talents were not seen. I was not listened to. I was not free to explore, test those things around me. I am much more complex than I ever gave myself credit and I confuse myself more than I confuse those around me.
I did not need to stay on the roller coaster for one more ride. There were no more milestone dates to reach. I was free. I was free to fly and determine what my gifts really were instead of listening to those that told me what they were. I was free to discover that I had talents that had been buried deep within me that were not able to surface because the weight of the box and the darkness of the space that surrounded me did not allow me to see. That I didn’t fit where I was but that I had been limiting myself to thinking I didn’t fit anywhere.
My talents were not seen. I was not listened to. I was not free to explore, test those things around me. I am much more complex than I ever gave myself credit and I confuse myself more than I confuse those around me. I have a strong desire to make the world a better place and the reality is that sometimes I’m surrounded by people who don’t have the same goal. They enjoy the submissive behavior of those around them and it makes me cringe.
We are all human and we all have our own special gifts. There are plenty of executives, managers, supervisors to flood the markets but where are the artists and writers today? When was the last time that you met someone and they said “I’m a writer” or “I’m an artist”? The rare beauty of the gift of a liberal art is considered to be less than cerebral yet the essence of getting to all that our minds have to offer is exploring what lives within those areas of our brain that we have yet to explore. That by breaking out of the box, there is a realization that I have been suppressing the part of my brain that is the most developed. I am proud to label myself an artist and a writer above all else. It is a gift that is my gift, that is uniquely me, that is a representation of my inner soul that has been hidden.
What you need to ask yourself is what is hidden within your soul? What would happen if you broke out of that dark box? Do yourself a favor, break free, it may be the best gift you ever opened.