The Boxes We *Don't* Fit In

Ever asked yourself - what box am I in that is just a tad too tight for me? 
If you have 'identity issues' like I do - that question may occupy your mind and heart more so than it occupies others. I imagine some people live in a world where their boxes fit them perfectly and heck - they'd even defend their boxes to their deaths if they had to. Me? An immigrant in a country that is so polarized on the topic of immigration... who also doesn't look or sound like the common stereotype of an Israeli woman... that finds herself often too foreign to belong to her country of residence and too Americanized to belong to her country of origin.... sometimes seems to exist somewhere in between a couple of boxes. In the eyes of society, that is.
In my eyes? In my eyes I am exactly where I belong: nowhere and everywhere. In between worlds and of all worlds, wishing other pairs of eyes wouldn't desperately need to place me in a box of their choosing. 

There are the boxes society infringes on us, and there are the boxes we put ourselves in. 
Maybe from fear of outshining, or from fear of not shining enough, or the need to fit in and belong. So many of us think we are this 'one thing': Our career defines us. Or being parents does. Or the place we call home. Even the block we live in defines who we are.
But what happens if we break away from our idea of who we are?
If we step out of our boxes - be them our own making or society's making - and imagine ourselves anew. Maybe we'll find out we're not squares at all.
Maybe we're circles. Maybe we're triangles. Maybe we're ten feet tall!
​Maybe we are shapeless and are too infinite to be defined by the bounds of any boxes. Just maybe.