A simple physical movement, using actual muscles other than the ones in your head –even though they are not exactly muscles- and created to allow generation of mental movement. “MOVE” a.k.a “Movement Oxygenating Valuable Evolution (or Emotions)”
Note sure what to do? Have a “MOVE”. Light calories and very digest, “MOVE” can be found easily and at extremely low cost. “MOVE” credits may even have already been added to your account thanks to some extra sitting done. What? No idea what a “MOVE” is? Damn…
Have a move! And no need for that to move house or city or country…. Take one foot, that the other one, take one hand, put it on the door handle, turn that handle, and take your feet for a walk. It’s easier than a dog; they tend to go where you go, and never bark or bite, though they kick at times.
It’s all about perspectives… and here one says “He is going through some s^*t at the moment” and one to reply “Ah Yeah? I heard s^*t is overrated”. Interesting “pattern interruption”, right?
Maybe… though one may argue it’s not about the box, just about its size… and whatever we do, we jump from box to box. Make sure your box is big with many holes then! Passing through holes is way easier than jumping.
Moving, running, always forward, one foot after the other, a continuous dance of an infinity number of steps. They say “get out of the box”… Hum… rather like… “Drop the wheel of the hamster!”
Here it is beating. I don’t hear it though, neither feel it. Impossible. It’s becoming bigger and bigger and bigger than my own cage. A cage, a rib, a heart, an explosion. Way too big. Happiness knocking on the wall of my cage with no reasons… but a question… How come? The happiness list is there, most items unchecked… and happiness is here, definitely checked. What next? For the shards of my heart’s explosion, no available recipients! For the brain behind it, no available reasons! For the personalities of my multiple disorder, no sense to make of it! Bigger and bigger and bigger, and louder, stronger, challenging. Can’t keep it together, can I? This dialogue with the unknown and a rib-cage too small.