I’ve seen the end of the world. It’s not zombies, or aliens, or even a fallen society; it’s a fallen self.
The truth is… the world ends when you die, not the other way around.
But is death the only end? Is it the only time when the end of the world arrives?
I don’t think so.
January has always been difficult for me. I have no reasonable explanation as to why that is… some things just are what they are.
Who knows? Maybe January is when my folks split up (I was seven, I think)? Maybe it reminds me of being alive (January is when I was born)? Honestly, I don’t know why this month is so difficult for me. I just know that it’s been many years since I’ve felt the end of the world at my finger tips.
Clarification: The end of MY world.
The end of my world waits for me at the edges of my own reality.
Ha! My own reality. You know… the one that sometimes isn’t in sync with the world around me.
But it’s OK. Reality is a relative term. It’s said that there are three sides to every story: yours, mine and the truth. Where do you stand? I suppose it all depends.
Reality is as we see it. Sure, there are those who will stretch it for their own nefarious purposes, but when you stop to think about it, reality and truth are in the eye of the beholder. Too bad my eyes are currently broken. 20/20 vision is so overrated.
My reality, as it stands now, is dark… jaded. I am trapped inside my own thoughts; they are against me.
But, I know this path. I know this road — I’ve been here before. It twists. It turns. The road is the same, but the signs are faded. One of them reads: “Hope”; another reads: Wonderment”. Is that even a word?
Yes, “we’re all mad here” is the motto. But for me, it’s more than just that. It’s the reality of my own making. Yes, I am mad. It’s what makes me… well, me.
That… and the hat, of course. The mad hatter. You see it now? The connection?
The mad hatter; he and I have so much in common.
I wonder if he ever made it out of Wonderland.