Inside a box

Ever find yourself just wanting to be doing something else, something new, something challenging. I want to be doing that. I'm feeling so claustrophobic lately and it seems that this feeling is beginning to follow me wherever I go. I'm being stifled by my inability to move. I'm like a mime in a box, in each direction I find myself banging into an imaginary wall.

The question is is my restlessness creating the box, am I just being too expectant as to what life is going to bring me? Does this all mean I'm about to embark on something new? Or am I just destined to find myself blocked in to my life as it stands?

Will I forever me silently screaming and banging on a wall that is but isn't there?

What if the walls are made of fear? What would happen if I just stopped screaming and got to work? Maybe I can use the fear as a stepping stone, and box to start out from. And gradually with each reaching moment outside of the box I will find myself moving beyond it into a land of faith, because there the walls are invisible too, but all the more concrete than those of fear.

And like the wall of Jericho, the fear will crumble, and I will be set free into a greater and wider world.

Paint that picture in your mind if you will, as I will have to do, and maybe we can move forward together.