In this today’s world of travel diaries we’re never having the time to enjoy our own vacation. The vacation we are set on thousands of years before. The vacation of humanity where we’re given this human uniform and set to explore this wonderland,but in the course of travel we’re forgetting the journey.
It seems the same as if we’re wandering in this wonderland with no wonder
We all are aware of the story where falling into a hole brings her destiny to alice,where being lost was actually getting found for her. But in the reality we are getting lost,yes with the motive to be found but results into loosing the originality where poor alice is living in dabble, figuring her place in this wonderland.
why are we getting lost in the course of finding ourselves.
when does alice is going to fing her purpose into her dreamland?