The Box

Today's main takeaway from Easter Sunday's sermon, was that we should not let anyone, not even ourselves, trap us in a box. We should not be labelled, should not be contained, should not be fixed. We are meant for more than that silly old box that we hide ourselves in. Watched "The Croods" just now, and the same message was brought across. Unless we step out of our own caves and walk to higher grounds, we will be unable to live the life and experience the things that the dark corners of the cave cannot provide us.

That being said, I personally think that this message should be taken with a pinch of salt. Yes, we can aim for much more, free ourselves from the rules that bind us. But there are certain laws that must be followed. In music, it is advised to be adventurous, creative, and to play beautiful melodies with a hint of tension here and there to add to the flavour of the song. This still does not warrant playing notes or chords outside the progression, playing out of beat, or simply being wrong on purpose. Aside from the freestyle nonsense that we want to be playing, we must understand that freestyle is also bound by certain rules, certain laws, and treading out of it will only be rewarded with unpleasant noise to the ears. I know that giving ourselves limits, putting ourselves in boxes, does not help us grow. But will giving us a huge box to put an egg really help? Or will it just cause the egg to tumble around and eventually crack? Should we start with a small box for the egg, and wait for it to become a chick, before giving it a bigger box to grow in? If so, how big a box is big enough?