The world without is the world within…or was it the other way round? My journey to find the matrix behind the curtain and beyond the looking glass began in a haze of fog, fear, fighting and flighting.
After a glimpse of where it all may lead, instead of feeling grateful for finally finding the treasure map which traces the yellow brick road to the path of enlightenment, I had to make a pit stop at anger and disbelief.
My glass slippers were hurting my feet and my braids were too tight. I had already discovered lots of places that felt like home and so far, the matrix was still just a mirage.
That’s how my journey began. Pushback and stubborness were the baggage I carried.
As instructed, I stopped to breathe and be still (after letting my hair down and kicking those one-hour stilettos to the curb). Still dangerously close to the edge of failure and regret, I allowed the panic and anxiety to wash over me like a comforting blanket of familiarity.
Then that damned white rabbit hopped into that freaking hole, and I rembered that I promised myself that I would not quit.
You see…I swallowed the red pill this time.