Boy in a Box

Once upon a time…

A boy was born in a box. It was a nice enough box – plenty of room to play and explore. He was happy and satisfied. Life was good!

One day, his peace was disturbed by loud, discordant sounds with accompanying bumps to the box that frightened him. To make sure he was safe and secure inside his box, he added a layer of brick and mortar to the inside walls and a healthy dose of sound-proofing to block out the sound. “Ah!” he sighed. “That’s better!” As long as he could defend himself… Life was good!

Then the boy noticed some flaws in the walls. He got some plaster, paint and a brush and proceeded to cover the flaws. “That’s better,” he told himself. As long as he could cover the flaws… Life was good!

Soon, the boy began filling his box with all kinds of things – toys and stuff. As long as he had his stuff… Life was good!

The boy continued to play inside his box, plastering and painting to cover an ever-increasing number of flaws as the walls aged and adding layer upon layer of bricks and sound-proofing to satisfy his fears. “Peace,” he announced to himself. As long as he had peace… Life was good!

Day after day, year after year, he continued to add stuff to the box, plaster, paint, and brick the inside walls of the box. The boy began to notice that the box seemed to be shrinking. There was so much stuff in the box and the walls so thick he could no longer move about like he used to do. “That’s okay. I can do without so much movement.” he consoled himself. As long as he could keep his stuff and feel safe… Life was good!

At some point, the weight of the stuff, the brick, the mortar, and the paint gave way and the box crashed in on him. The boy couldn’t yell for help as he could barely breathe, and besides, no one would hear him through the thick walls. “At least I’m alive,” he comforted himself. As long as he was still alive… Life was good enough!

He had to do something about it, though… and do it soon! Life was going!

But it was too late, you see. Unable to move, and now breathe, he felt the enormous weight of his box crush down upon him and he breathed his last. Life was gone!

The boy had achieved his life’s goal…

…peace…

…at last…

…in a box…

…six feet under.

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