notestomyself

What’s Inside Matters: Lessons from Carton Boxes in Transit

Boxes come in all shapes and sizes. Some travel far, some stay close. They sit shoulder to shoulder, waiting to be sorted at the train station—silent carriers of unknown stories.

A former Indian Prime Minister once wrote a poem titled “Envelope” that went something like this:

“The letter inside is yours
The address on the cover is his
Between the two of you
I get ripped open.”

What’s inside us is far more precious than any address on the outside.

To grow, to evolve, we must let go of old versions of ourselves. We must rip open, just like those envelopes—so that what’s within can reach new places.

The address keeps changing. The journey never stops.

So, go ahead—break open the box. Let the new you emerge.

(at Jamshedpur, Jharkhand)

There it sat, on the banks of the River #Siene. A green box with what seemed like a weak padlock and an infirm lock.
Saying hello to the emerging morning and the nonchalant passerby.

And as stopped to click a picture, I wondered what’s inside. And if the lock was worth it. I wondered if it is my story. Or perhaps yours?

That evening a quote presented itself on my screen. “It’s a lot easier to be lost than found. It’s the reason we’re always searching and rarely discovered – so many locks and not enough keys.” #LocksofLove #locks #keys #travelblogging #travel #Paris #france #Europe #EU #me #notestomyself #metaphor #river #energy (at Paris, France)