There are times when I'm there with everyone, having the time of my life and then suddenly I find myself here.
I can see myself there, inside the box. I can see myself laugh and talk and play and interact with the people around me and hike down to the waterfall and perch myself on a rock to stare at the water and to feel the mist on my face
But I'm here, too, outside the box. Watching. Observing. Learning.
It is a strange feeling, but so enlightening.
I know what I'm doing, but I can see me doing those things.
I can see people acting and me reacting.
I can see me acting and people reacting.
I can see me through my walls of perceptions and I can see the people around me see me without my walls of perception.
I think I live in a glass box of perceptions.
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