Imagine you are walking in a park when suddenly you stumble upon a wooden box. It looks like just another ordinary storage with a latch attached but no sign of a lock. It seems it has been there for a while, with no visible marks of being touched or handled. The plants have grown fond of the box, making it a friend of theirs. They keep it warm with their cuddles and when the sun shines, they act as the shade. It seems the box is well looked after.
Yet somehow you are so intrigued by the whole picture. Perhaps the absence of the lock leads you to think that this was once a treasured box. Your mind starts lurking on what lies inside. There could be valuable stuff but after a period of abandonment, it couldn’t be possible. Yet you still cant resist the temptation. The desire to look what’s inside or just to touch the box escalates.
All we could think of that there must be something wrong with it for being left there.
Why cant we see that the box merely wants to be left alone? Perhaps it has found a home, where it can just enjoy the rain and sunshine. It gets to watch people walk by, instead of being used as storage. Perhaps it is now free from keeping all those memorable events, be it good or bad. It is free from the emotional dramas.
Why do we love to probe into things that probably aren’t there to begin with?
Sometimes the absence of “excitement” may not necessarily mean that the person’s life has gone haywire. Maybe the roller coaster has been replaced by other things which serve better purpose or occupy more space.
Or perhaps that person is simply living life to the fullest, contrary to what people think.