I got four new images for my thinking-out-of-the-box exercise. Four nice images that turned into a depressing story. When I glued them in my notebook it was so obvious it was almost scary how I could turn these nice images into this:
(The first image might need a little explanation. It is a photo of a simplest form of railway crossing in Sweden.)
You are a free mind. You walk your way ahead. The road has its bumps and it gets muddy and is difficult to pass sometimes but hey, that’s life you think.
Someone halts you on your way and says: “Your way through life is way too difficult. It does not need to be that way.
Look! Follow this path and you will never find any bumps and the way is always smooth and easy.”
You look and it looks nice and green. Sure the option has its limits, but hey, you can always leave. There are no walls to stop you.
So you follow the new road.
As time passes you like the carefree and smooth way of life more and more. No bumps and no mud are in the road to stop you. You can move quickly and fast.
But the wilderness and unstructured way of life beside you does no longer give you comfort as a possible escape route. Danger might lurk behind the trees. You want to see what is ahead.
So you choose to have walls on each side. For comfort, so nothing can harm you. So you can keep your road free from bumps and mud.
Sure you got a ceiling as well, but it doesn’t matter. You can’t reach it, so it’s no real limitation. And you can still see the sky, so you can live with it.
And hey, you can always leave, right? There is a door out at the end.
Is there a door at the end? And how do you reach the end of the tunnel in the first place?
Look, it is green outside.
You don’t remember what wet moss smells like any longer.
You don’t remember what a bump felt like under your shoes. Or slippery mud.
You are safe.
And there is no door at the end. You closed it yourself.
Photos by Ronny Ilvemo
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