Life In A Box

I was thinking the other day how sometimes it seems so much easier if we could live our lives in some form of seclusion. Often I only feel this way when I am faced with some sort of human delemma or problem. Feeling, vexed in search of an answer I call out in disgust for life in a box. To be able to sit in a sort of solitude, unburdened by the problems of dealing with others. of course. These thoughts only last for a short time. I weigh in my mind and measure the good with the bad and find out that the good heavily prevails. I am often concerned with peoepl who share my beliefs, but choose to seclude themselves from people and places who disagree. I have chosen to go in the opposite direction. I will hold fast to my convictions and yet I will be with friends who do not always share them. I would have missed so much. After all we are all people, why should I give an impression that I am betterthan anyone else. If they are true convictions then you will not stray from them, and if they aren't then why pretend they are. It is up to each man to see the truth. I know what I believe is true, because I have yet to see it be disproved. And so I hold fast feeling their conviction upon my shoulders. I will push no man to see it my way, but if he wishes to know what i think I will share it with him, in the hope that he will share the same feeling and sentiment. If not I will still call him my friend. You can not seperate yourself from your fellow man. While I often call out in agony trying to solve problems that vex me on both a religious and personal level, I would never trade them for anything in the world. It is possible feel conviction when those around you don't and yet enjoy oyur time with them. Heaven forbid I should ever live my life ina box.