we all have that bit of it in us like Alice i guess.
As a child, we lived out our dreams , no inhibitions. We had the freedom to be mad because it was alright to be. Painting the roses red, dreaming of flying, talking to animals who wear clothes.
Then we began to grow up and the world started pressing us into the corner of realism, breaking those fantasies cos they dont support the life we've been living, or wouldnt feed the yet-to-be-established-family. Slowly that existence fades into a surreal irreality and we treat them as sweet dreams or perhaps nightmares.
Then one day we get a glimpse of that life of liberal madness again. That hope. Maybe..
BUT society has ingrained its perfect objective of pragmatism. Dreams?! Fantasy?! gibberish.
But u follow ur instincts and find yourself on a journey, an adventure. before you know it, you are fighting for your life just to keep that dream alive. It is now that you realise you cant afford to stop. Living your dream despite fighting the almighty monster out there or within u is definitely worth it all. The madness is too real too pleasing to the senses that have been surpressed for all these years of growing up.
You are now convinced and crawl out of that rabbit hole to enlighten others who are invisibly chained, trapped by their own minds like u were before. Dreams of ur childhood, not neccessarily mere castles in the clouds. You find new direction and you move on.
Are u mad? It would appear so. but all the special people in the world are :)
maybe all we need is the guts to be mad and go with our God given instincts.
im not saying we were born to be impulsive irrational being. but perhaps being over careful has misplaced us, chucking ourselves out of our own wonderland..
