My Rabbit Hole

Unlike Alice’s surreal experience down the rabbit hole, mine is one in which I become the watcher-a sort of out of body time where I see my true-self, and I see others as they really are, each struggling to make sense of him/herself. I believe that Shakespeare was right when he said, “All the world’s a stage…” We are all actors, and it’s only when we enter the rabbit hole that we begin to realize we’re not the only ones putting on a show. Everyone else is doing it, too.

Some of us are better actors than others, but inside most of us is a lurking fear that we’re not good enough, not smart enough, not funny enough, not desirable enough, not-well, enough. We’re afraid that someone is going to discover us for the frauds we are.

In the rabbit hole, if we want to laugh at ourselves, we do. If we want to cry over a lost opportunity, we do. If our ambition in life is to just be, we can “be” without worrying about the “others” judging us. No gossip is allowed in my rabbit hole- I can love whomever I want, free of the strings society places on me. I don’t have to go out with people who I don’t enjoy being with just because someone else thinks I should. I don’t have to spend time with those whom live solely in the material world or who never delve below the surface.

I’ve spent too many years going along, letting the crowd take me with them. I don’t think I want to be a part of that anymore. I want to sit at the feet of prophets and soak in their wisdom. I want to be able to express my thoughts without worrying whether they’ll be accepted or laughed at. And I want honesty-no more acting. Just show me who you really are. Let’s enter the rabbit hole together and come out on the other side free.