On Being Alice

Alice: Why are you upside down?

Caterpillar: I’ve come to the end of this life.

Alice:You’re going to die?

Caterpillar: Transform.

(The chrysalis begins to cover his body.)

Alice:Don’t go. I need your help. I don’t know what to do!

Caterpillar: I can’t help you if you don’t even know who you are, stupid girl.

Alice: I’m not stupid! My name is Alice. I live in London. I have a mother named Helen and a sister named Margaret. My father was Charles Kingsley. He had a vision that stretched half-way around the world and nothing ever stopped him. He would have liked it here. (with revelation) I’m his daughter. I’m Alice Kingsley.

Caterpillar: Alice At Last! You were just as dimwitted the first time you were here. You called it Wonderland as I recall…


I’ve mentioned before that I’m a huge Tim Burton fan. And the truth is, I feel like we go through life not truly knowing who we are. We are….almost oblivious. Oblivious to who we are, oblivious to our potential. Oblivious; like zombies.

Until one day life wakes you up. One day, life hands you, in the words of Bob Dylan, “a simple twist of fate” and you find your life shifting. Changing. You find yourself evolving. You grow.

Anyway, here’s a bit about my thoughts on Alice in Wonderland and how to appropriate this into your life:

I also feel like you get to a stage in your life, where you wake up to this new twist in life, and like Alice, you are sort of a hot mess express. What the fuck do you do now. I know someone who went through that shift in their life, and then chose not to evolve. You see, you DO have a choice. You have a choice-do I evolve, or do I let life’s situation completely swallow me whole? Do I let life swallow me whole? It often feels like a bad dream that you do not want to wake up from.

The thing is, we are all on a journey. And like Alice, in life, we have this choice we can make to own up to who we are as artists, or we can zone out and drown in our sorrows and just blend in with everyone else. You have a choice. Identify yourself, and remind yourself of who you are, or stay stuck in a lie. Stay stuck, as Alice was stuck; stuck in a lie, stuck inside ideas of herself.

Once she shouted and declared to the Caterpillar she was, she had finally become herself. She earned her freedom.

Freedom. That’s what it is all about. Alice, upon shouting to the Universe as to who she was, earned her freedom, once again.



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