Down the Rabbit Hole: An Insight into Self Perception
A musty old book. Sometimes the greatest insights can be made through the most mundane of objects. The words, “boring” and “old” passed through my head, like hecklers at a comedy club trying to kill a performance. Like the comic who gets heckled, I pushed through and plucked the book from the shelf. The spine felt like an accordion; the pages smelled of years of use. The little girl on the cover stared at me, expectant almost. The words, “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland” were worn and faded. As I read, the book was littered with distortions, contradictions, and differences in perspective. It created an uncomfortable, yet familiar, sense within me. All the lunacies were familiar, applicable …show more content…
The King of Hearts never had a reason for agreeing or disagreeing, nor did he need one. He was like a weather vain, turning on the whims of an unseen, random force. I had to take a moment to again consider how this related to my life. I have been a King of Hearts, those around me have been a King of Hearts. His character was like a microscope held to something I had never really considered, peoples intentions. We are all, more or less, a King of Hearts. Our intentions change in a seemingly arbitrary manner.
I finished reading the book, set it down, and sat thinking over all the similarities to my life I had observed in this book that I first doubted.
I was jolted out of my reverie by the bell. I looked at the clock and realized the school day was over. I packed up my things to leave and resolved to never forget the lessons taught to my by the adventures Alice took through wonderland.
Exploration of the human condition has often been the aim of art. The artist, however, can never truly understand the truth contained in his own work. Lewis Carroll created “The Adventures of Alice in Wonderland” but I 'm sure he never intended for my truth to be seen in it. However, sometimes missing the point is the point. The day I read that book, I was prodded into deep thinking about the nature of us, humans. This was a day that made a lasting impression on me, and has affected the way I see and treat myself and
A musty old book. Sometimes the greatest insights can be made through the most mundane of objects. The words, “boring” and “old” passed through my head, like hecklers at a comedy club trying to kill a performance. Like the comic who gets heckled, I pushed through and plucked the book from the shelf. The spine felt like an accordion; the pages smelled of years of use. The little girl on the cover stared at me, expectant almost. The words, “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland” were worn and faded. As I read, the book was littered with distortions, contradictions, and differences in perspective. It created an uncomfortable, yet familiar, sense within me. All the lunacies were familiar, applicable …show more content…
The King of Hearts never had a reason for agreeing or disagreeing, nor did he need one. He was like a weather vain, turning on the whims of an unseen, random force. I had to take a moment to again consider how this related to my life. I have been a King of Hearts, those around me have been a King of Hearts. His character was like a microscope held to something I had never really considered, peoples intentions. We are all, more or less, a King of Hearts. Our intentions change in a seemingly arbitrary manner.
I finished reading the book, set it down, and sat thinking over all the similarities to my life I had observed in this book that I first doubted.
I was jolted out of my reverie by the bell. I looked at the clock and realized the school day was over. I packed up my things to leave and resolved to never forget the lessons taught to my by the adventures Alice took through wonderland.
Exploration of the human condition has often been the aim of art. The artist, however, can never truly understand the truth contained in his own work. Lewis Carroll created “The Adventures of Alice in Wonderland” but I 'm sure he never intended for my truth to be seen in it. However, sometimes missing the point is the point. The day I read that book, I was prodded into deep thinking about the nature of us, humans. This was a day that made a lasting impression on me, and has affected the way I see and treat myself and