Life is a box that you need to fill up with friendships, family, relationships, deep meaningful connections, creativity, passions, happy present moments. Sometimes the box can be conditioned in a certain way and you might need to adjust and adapt to it. Sometimes someone can take a shit in your box and you might start spreading that shit all over other things you have in the box or turn that shit into something else. Either way it’s about how much you gonna fill the box up, not to remember what you had in the box, but just have it all there. Like if time was a physical object – the box.