Saturday, March 24, 2007
Late for Wonderland
As a boy, I was a dreamer. I would read constantly and get lost in other worlds on a regular basis. So it wasn't difficult for me to imagine a white rabbit in a waistcoat with a pocket watch and chase him down the rabbit hole in search of Wonderland.
I don't get there much anymore.
I'm sure the White Rabbit is still out there but the older you get, the harder he is too see and there is less likelyhood you would follow him if you did.
Actually, I can now relate more to being the White Rabbit than the one who chases him down the hole. My pocketwatch, however, has been replaced by a Blackberry constantly beeping to tell me I'm late for a very important date. And most of the meetings I'm late for are just as surreal as the Mad Hatter's tea party.
Maybe it's because I don't read books as much anymore. The good ol' Blackberry is partially at fault for that, too. I spend the time I used to spend reading on my commute, frantically responding to e-mails or playing video games.
I miss Wonderland, though (or at least a Wonderland that doesn't involve a crackhead screaming while sheparding a Shop Vac down the sidewalk). I miss climbing an apple tree and imagining I am an astronaut or turning a card table and a quilt into a castle. I miss picking up a book and reading it from cover to cover in one sitting. And I miss a life of mystery and adventure spread out in front of me like one of those books waiting to be devoured.
I think I've come up with a solution for my dilemma. I'm going to put a new meeting notice in my Outlook. It will be one of those reoccuring meetings. Everyday it will pop up on my Blackberry and tell me it is time to go to Wonderland. And when I jump up and run out the door and someone asks me what the hurry is I'm going to tell them, "I'm late for Wonderland."