A Box Called Myself

Myself is so uncaringly complicated. Myself is so totally over-rated. Myself speaks only of the selfish one, that no other one can become involved. Can we find a place where we can safely offer to someone our attention and our concern. Move out of the box of "I don't care". Move to a place where we can love without the fear of having to share, myself with someone else. Come out the box and find a box called another. Come out the box and soon discover that myself is not a place where we freely share. It is only a place where we continue to compare ourself, with myself and others, who would gladly join the self of others, to make the box where we live, full of something else to do like give. A place not to dwell on myself. A place not worry that someone else is trying to invade yourself. And who do we have to blame; to whom do we complain; Nobody but Myself!