The delivery has arrived! Boxes upon boxes are stacked on your doorstep. A notification is received, and the day passes... and then another. Still unloaded, your delivery sits. Is it that the weight is too much? And anyway, because you know that it is too heavy to be stolen by your average porch pirate, you're beginning to feel that you possess it sufficiently before even bringing it inside. Is that so? Are you excusing yourself by saying, "So little time and so much given!"?
What gifts, what opportunities - worthy of the heights of gratitude - remain taped shut, still firm in their packing? What is it that waits for you? What have your fates dropped off that you've put off looking more into? Is it that you dread the chore of assembly? So large, complex, and in so many parts? Is that why you remain inside, looking through the peephole at the boxes still sitting there? Yes, they won't be stolen by anyone, except by yourself today, from yourself tomorrow.