the boxes we live in: sketchbook edition #6

Throughout our lives we are placed in boxes that define who we are and limit how we think of ourselves.

I am a father, husband, son, brother, friend. I am an artist, programmer, photographer, musician, designer, creator. I am a student and I am a teacher. I am a good person. I am a bad person. I am a human.

What boxes do you put yourself in, and do you let others put you in? Is it possible to break out of the boxes that define your life? Do you even want to? What's outside of these boundaries? What's at the center?