This classic tale of Alice in Wonderland has been endlessly interpreted and pulled apart. Down to the smallest minute details that surround the story of what Lewis Carroll was thinking or trying to portray. To keep interpretations simple here, I find my thoughts and life choices often chasing my own white rabbit. Much like Alice she followed her curiosity down a rabbit hole and all she wanted to do was to get home. Ironically, all she had to do was wake up.
So goes life, I suppose.
There was a point in time in my life that I had a dream become a nightmare, which of course is all relative to the individual. Nonetheless, I followed the white rabbit down it’s hole and found myself in a whirlwind of decisions that I choose by listening to others. I allowed myself to be coerced by the intoxicating suggestions of others which I had adopted into my own belief system.
This seems to be a repetitive theme of my life. However, if I speak my truths, desires, and fantasies too loudly, someone is sure to shit all over it. There is nothing more deflating and defeating than the choice words that come from those we love. The worst part is that I too turn around and do this to those I love!
In a round-about mental purge of frustration here, what I am just trying to convey, trust your own guidance system. Ultimately, I know that my loved ones are speaking from a place of love but at some point I must eat the rabbit and continue on my journey. I have to let the mistakes happen so I can learn and create my own understanding. We want to protect others from making our mistakes but sometimes when we are trying to protect others from what we think would be a mistake, turns out to be the opposite.