A whole world gone mad? Imagine a world where everything and everyone is completely mad. It is not hard to do…
As this year treads on, it dawns on me how crazy life really is. High school is its own little insane world. I now realize how insane this place has made me, but it has also taught me lessons I would have never expected to learn so fast. The people you look at as your best friends turn out to be enemies, the nerd you swore you would never talk to ends up being your boyfriend/girlfriend, or the popular one ends up being the one that needs the most help.
Everything is really what it is not. We hide ourselves behind what people tell us we are. If we hear it enough, we believe it must be true.
So as much as I did not want this to be related to “Alice in Wonderland,” I feel I have no choice but to relate it. The world is what we view it as. Why do we call the sky the sky, and why is it blue? How can we really prove anything in this crazy messed up world? Do we really know everyone is sane?
In my mind, I see the entire world gone mad. We waste our precious years in high school attempting to find our way. We throw time away on friends and relationships and dreams that will probably never come true.
“There is a place. Like no place on Earth. A land full of wonder, mystery, and danger! Some say to survive it: You need to be as mad as a hatter.” –The Mad Hatter
This place that is like no place on Earth is indeed Earth itself. Our world has changed so much over time. Not only by the way it appears, but generations are learning things faster than previously. I recall hearing my parents always saying this world is going to hell. In other words, it has gone completely insane, or mad, if you will.
Time changes everything, and things are only going to get worse. What is wrong with doing things your own way or seeing things differently? When looking at an object, you may see just the object, but I see so much more. I see what other things it could make. Why does it have to be the object we say it is?
I can honestly say I probably confused everyone that attempted to read this, and if it did not confuse you then you did not read it the way I wanted you to. So I must ask, “Have you any idea why a raven is like a writing desk?”
I must say it’s completely mad …