Down the Rabbit Hole

Down the rabbit hole

 

I’m in my thirties and still brought to child like enthusiasm by Alice in wonderland.

 

There are some people that think this is a childish notion that I am too old or should be intrigued by more complex forms of literature.

 

But in between the lines,

Sprinkled in the hyperboles and idioms

I often find myself in a journey down the rabbit hole in search of a better version of me.

 

I am reminded that possibility is a matter of perspective and never to doubt the “impossible.”

 

“Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."

 

I am encouraged to never go back for the past no longer belongs to the version of me that exists today.

 

“It's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then."

 

I am welcomed with open arms. The spine like a warm embrace even when my sense evades me.

 

Because clearly,

 

“We're all mad here."

 

When I struggle and contort trying to please others with no regard to myself falling apart.

 

Alice reminds me

 

But it’s no use now,” thought poor Alice, “to pretend to be two people! Why, there’s hardly enough of me left to make one respectable person!”

 

 And I am questioned..

And found wanting for the answer.

 

Who are you?” said the Caterpillar.
This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, “I--I hardly know, Sir, just at present--at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.”


Even so when the world seems most bleak and I am lost I am reminded I will get there if I only keep going.

 

“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”
“That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,” said the Cat.
“I don’t much care where--” said Alice.
“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,” said the Cat.
“--so long as I get somewhere,” Alice added as an explanation.
“Oh, you’re sure to do that,” said the Cat, “if you only walk long enough.”

 

So to you the words may be nothing but arrangements of childish quips of cartoon character values

 

But to me

They are pathways to healing the little girl into the woman I am here in the now.

 

And nonetheless

Yet again

I just journey down the rabbit hole..

 

Really, now you ask me,” said Alice, very much confused, “I don’t think--”
“Then you shouldn’t talk,” said the Hatter.

-B-