The Boxed-In Life

You wake up in the morning.

You see you have been sleeping on a box (bed).

You woke up in a box (bedroom).

You move from this box into another (bathroom), and take care of those morning body functions. You look at your image on a shiny, reflective box.

You take your personal hygiene supplies out of a box and manipulate the reflected image.

You open your box, pull out clothes, and put them on. You check your image again.

You move to another box.

This one may have a box with moving images, or food inside.

You turn on said box, you open said box.

When you finally leave this box, which is nothing but boxes, within boxes (apartments or houses), you go past other boxes.

You maneuver your box on wheels (vehicle) down roads, battling with other boxes.

Eventually, you get to your next box.  You may call it a job.

Depending on your job description (a box made of words and responsibilities), you deal with a whole new series of boxes.

You may even be fortunate enough to have a whole box (office) inside the bigger box, instead of one of those boxes with three walls (CUBE-icle).

You stare at a box that you can manipulate by the use of little tiny boxes (computer).

At the end of the work day, you leave your box, leave the bigger box, get into your box and head back to your original box. 

You open the door, turn on the box, use the box in your hand to communicate with other people using a similar boxed technology and go about moving yourself, and other objects, from box to box until you retire to your box so you can sleep.

Day to day, it may change a little, but this is your boxed in life.

I understand why it is called a Boxing Ring. It was built to contain the fighters.

I understand why everything is built in boxes. It is to contain Your Fight.