Hey mysterious person reading this message! I have no idea what are you doing here, however if you decide to stay get ready for the adventure down the rabbit hole AKA my brain!
So why "Down the Rabbit Hole"? First of all, because of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, ok? And then less sentimental, because that's exactly what we do on the platforms like Telegram itself. We get trapped by the enormous amount of information and keep falling down the rabbit hole of the digital world.
More about this metaphor, here:
https://medium.com/useless-knowledge-daily/history-of-the-idiom-down-the-rabbit-hole-fe044ff96fde
More about this metaphor, here:
https://medium.com/useless-knowledge-daily/history-of-the-idiom-down-the-rabbit-hole-fe044ff96fde
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History of the Idiom “Down the Rabbit Hole”
Recently, i’ve found myself saying “i went down the rabbit hole” an obnoxious amount — which led me to start wondering why we use that…
Turn on your true self tonight and let it shine tomorrow in the daylight. Repeat every night.
It's so easy to get used to attention, warm and sweet words, slight affection and a promise of something bigger than yourself when you lack it all within. We get so attached to people we barely know (in the end of the day, do we actually know someone?) who give us a smallest hope of getting a little extra portion of love. Love that we crave, desire, dream of. Love that we want to devour by hanfuls.. Give me a bit more.. yes just a little bit more, can you add some attention please? I promise to give you mine. I may even pretend to be someone else, someone you want me to be just to get more of your love. Just to get deep into your soul and leave my roots inside it...
But then something happens.
Our human nature tends to loose interest so quickly, making it almost impossible to actually truly get closer to someone.
Once the interest is lost you get "busy", the amount of "love" you are ready to share gets smaller and smaller until you find yourself desiring the other attention source, the other origin of love.
Yet the idea is still the same:
Love is within you and until its source is found your life will represent the endless race in search of external attention.
Life dedicated to the search of Nemo while Nemo is slowly dying waiting for you at home all by himself.
Sad isn't it?
But then something happens.
Our human nature tends to loose interest so quickly, making it almost impossible to actually truly get closer to someone.
Once the interest is lost you get "busy", the amount of "love" you are ready to share gets smaller and smaller until you find yourself desiring the other attention source, the other origin of love.
Yet the idea is still the same:
Love is within you and until its source is found your life will represent the endless race in search of external attention.
Life dedicated to the search of Nemo while Nemo is slowly dying waiting for you at home all by himself.
Sad isn't it?