"Your home is a box. Your car is a box on wheels. You drive to work in it. You drive home in it. You sit in your home, staring into a box. It erodes your soul while the box that is your body inevitably withers, then dies, whereupon it is placed in the ultimate box to slowly decompose."

It’s quite depressing, if you think of it that way.

So don’t think of it that way.

Think of it as a temporary state of being.