An Update to Prepare for an Update.

The Foam Cabinet appeared to me today in a new format: it was slightly larger, and was a slightly different shade of grey. 

I don't know if this means something symbolically, but it happened.

Curious as to why this Foam Cabinet of mine had changed, I decided to open the Foam Cabinet. 

Inside, I saw this:

I think an update is in store, but I'm not sure what it is. You can interpret the images however you'd like... 

But I see CHANGE on the horizon!

Be prepared.

Be very prepared.

Ties. Like A Knot.

Hello, hello.

Previous days have shown me something important. Previous days and the Foam Cabinet, of course.


As I taste the delicate pleasures of sugary coffee every other morning;
As I feel the silky smoothness of my fresh clean clothes;
As I glance at the ever-changing digits on the clock;
I leave the house for the day.


My nose stings from sudden chill.
My hair rustles from common winds.
My feet set course for a new day's beginning.
I arrive at school.


The silence of the outdoors is replaced by the clamor of socialization.
The deep thoughts from my solitude are replaced by the small talk of friendly life accomplices.
The can-do attitude of the previous late night is replaced by the emotionless droll of an early morning.
I finish my classes.


Afternoon instills relief as I walk away from half my life.
Evening provokes inspiration as I converse with peers and fill my stomach.
Night ensures a deletion of memories from the weeks and months before, making room for new ones.
I wake up, and my life continues.


Not every day is exactly like the next. Each is filled with different thoughts of different people. How I can either  express myself or fit in; both are relatively easy. How I can change habits to better someone's life, make new ones, or destroy every remnant of displeasing ones. How I can choose to be upset, or choose to be happy.

These days are "normal" days.

Boring days.

Solitary days.




Now, when I look at a new classmate, I should realize that she probably already knows of my existence. Who else in the school has radiant red hair and a completely gender-confused wardrobe? Will I choose to be boring and forget she exists? Just sit there and pray that her days are good?


Or will I get out of my conceited little bubble and be a friend?


Turns out, every person I meet is important. This fact should not surprise me.
Not only is every person important, but each of us are tied to each other in spectacular ways.

I'm not talking about the gibberish of "we're all connected through magic" or "our ancestors were all monkeys" or any other junk like that. I'm talking about the ties we make ourselves by getting out in the world. The ties of family.
The ties of childhood friendship.
The ties of common interest.
The ties of authority.
The ties of similar drives.
The ties of respect.
The ties of love.
The ties of trying a little harder to simply get out there and make someone's life all the more better.

And who we're tied to determines who we are ourselves; what we do and how we do it. If I don't like the knot I see, then the simple answer to my problem is to break the tie, or form a different one in a different way. If I do like the knot in my rope, I can pull it tighter, so it stays a little longer.

So guess what the Foam Cabinet had shown me?

This and That

The Foam Cabinet has a truth.

This truth is as follows:
Inside the Foam Cabinet is everything; all answers, all emotions, all connections...
Everything that makes me who I am.

There is a second, equally important part to this truth:
The Foam Cabinet is confusing.
The Foam Cabinet has many flaws. (Such as, the Foam Cabinet CAN catch on fire. I learned this recently.)


That being said, the Foam Cabinet revealed something peculiar. A commonly-used object of incredible purpose and simplicity.

That's right. The Foam Cabinet is home to none other than the black Sharpie.




Why?


Why not?


A black Sharpie means a lot to me; a lot more than a mere tool of yet-to-be-unleashed creativity.
It symbolizes possibilities, and what I've done with these options.
It reminds me of my past reactions to weird emotions.
It tells me stories of far away creatures... (not really)
It creates a sense of question in my soul.

Sharpies are generally happy objects.

They certainly make me joyous.

However, when the Foam Cabinet showed me this Sharpie at this particular time in my life, I felt a painful stab at my ego. I am not better than anyone else. No one else is better than anyone else. We all ought to be loved, respected, and cared for.

What does this have to do with a Sharpie?
Sharpies claim to be permanent. They can be... but only on specific textures, or applied in particularly painful ways.
Friends claim to be permanent. They can be... but only if you trust each other enough to stay together, and work through a painful situation instead of running away from the problem.
Life claims to be permanent. It can be... but only if the right Person is followed, or else that life could disappear quicker than the blink of an eye.



And so on.
This, that, and all the rest...

Sharpies are quite nice.