There comes a time in your life, when you wonder if you could live in any fantasy land, which one would you choose? I know, regardless of how much I admire and drool over Jon Snow, I would not want to be any land resembling Game of Thrones. So, where would I want to be? Wonderland, no doubt about it! The day I came across Alice’s Adventure in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll, I fell in love with the humor, characters, and the land itself.
Wonderland is a place that tolerates and even celebrates the most nonsensical imagination. This is a place where Alice could do pat herself even after doing the worst mathematical calculations one could ever imagine. See for yourself,
Let me see, four times five is twelve, and four times six is thirteen, and four times seven is– oh dear! I shall never get to twelve at that rate!
In this practical world, where every word coming out of your mouth is judged and your every move is analyzed under a microscope, wouldn’t it be precious to be in a place that throws all caution in the wind and lets you be yourself? Of course, the queen of hearts might shout her classic, “Off with her head” command to terrify you; however, as long as the king is there, you know nothing is happening to your head. The conversations in Wonderland are for your own amusements, and these interactions rarely benefit anybody. And that’s okay because, for once, it’s not about gaining anything except a good time. I would give anything to be in a land where I can meet a talking mouse and have this conversation with him,
‘Mine is a long and sad tale!’ said the Mouse, turning to Alice, and sighing. ‘It IS a long tail, certainly,’said Alice, looking down with wonder at the Mouse’s tail;’but why do you call it sad?’
All fun aside, the primary reason for me to want to run away and live in the Wonderland is to be free to dream as much as I want. I can dream day and night and nobody would mock or demean those dreams. If the reality would seem too much to handle, I would embrace my dream and make that my reality. With Hatter by my side, I would get the license to be insane. Anyhow, who is to decide what’s normal? Your normal may be my very definition of peculiar. Just because a majority of people walk a certain way does not declare that to be the only right way. Nevertheless, the real world operates in this monotonous manner only. I would live in the Wonderland to be myself, whatever that might be. Ordinary is extremely dull and reality is extremely overrated.
I am that girl who would be more drawn towards flowers than jewels, who would break any rule that makes her feel like a captive, who would do just about anything to be happy, who does not fit the norms of the society any imaginable way, would never hurt anyone intentionally and would try to make peace but, if pushed, would throw every care in the world and run away, and, my dear friends, I am that girl who would remain herself in this artificial world no matter how weird I might look in the eyes of this “perfect world.” I would not quit the dream of living my dream and would prove every logical nonsense wrong. And these attributes, I believe, make me the perfect resident of the Wonderland.
So, just give me a ticket to the Lewis Carroll’s Wonderland and let me be!