If I Had a World of My Own

In Alice in Wonderland, Alice say that if she had a world of her own “everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn’t be. And what it wouldn’t be, it would.” During Disney’s Alice in Wonderland Song “In a World of my Own”, Alice explains that in her world, cats and rabbits would wear fancy clothes, flowers would talk to her, everyone would have a dozen bluebirds, and the brook would sing a song that she could understand, because her world would be a wonderland.


I could not blame Alice for asking for a different world.I grew up in a post 9/11 United States of America. War became a part of my everyday life, especially when my father joined the National Guard. I had to stand by as shooting and other attacks of hatred unfolded all over the world. I had no control over politics, which continues to deny humans their basic rights and allows injustice run rapid. The world that I was handed as a child was, and still is, imperfect. As a hopeless dreamer, I have a Wonderland of my own.

In my Wonderland, all would be fair. No one would be lesser or greater than the next. Gender, sexuality, sex, race, religion, intelligence, abilities, wealth, health, and age would not matter. We would finally be equal. There would be no need for #feminist or #blacklivesmatter for they will just be humans, not their genitals or skin color. They will not be discriminated against.There would be no racism, homophobia, transphobia, misogyny, misandry, or religious hatred. There will only be humans; beautiful, lovely, equal humans.

In a world of my own, there would be no hate. There would be no bullies. No crimes would be created due to the formation and encouragement of hate. Incidents like 9/11, Oklahoma City Bombing, Sandy Hook Shooting, Orlando Pulse Club Shooting, or the Nice, France Truck Attack would not exist. I would not have to live in fear of being attacked because of my gender or sexuality or have to pray that my children are not shot or harmed while they attend school. My children would not have to grow up in fear like I did. Women and men would be able to walk down a road at night without fear of being jumped or raped. African Americans would not have to teach their children how to react when a cop approaches them or tell them to allows keep their hands empty and in sight. Parents would not cry over their children’s graves.Siblings would not have to find a new way of life after a parent sacrifice their own to save their children from a bullet or weapon. Spouses would not have to explain to their children why their parent is not coming home, ever. People would not have to struggle to heal imaginary bullet wounds after watching the nightly news. I would not have to tag my instagram posts with #stophatespreadlove. The world will be at peace and in love.

In my own world, the medical advances would be the beyond anything else.There would be no more cancer or babies lost. My mother would not have to take thousand of pills and shots everyday to control her blood sugar. My friend’s fibromyalgia would be cure. People like me would not have to struggle day in and day out with nerve pain. Depression and anxiety would be curable. Blind would see. Deaf would hear. The paralyzed would be able to move again. Everyone will live to a ripe old age before they pass away in comfort, rather than in pain. People would get the life they deserve.

While a world without pain, hate, suffering, and untimely death would be wonderful, it is impossible. It is not in the human nature to be perfect. We can not change that. Yet, one thing that you can change is yourself. Be the one to take the step towards a better world. End the hate. It is rather easy. Think before you speak. Do not say harsh things. Be kind. Smile. Help someone who is struggling.Stand up for what you believe in, but do not put others beliefs down. A single act of kindness could change the world, or at least someone’s world. I strive to be the person I needed when I was younger. Be the one to save your younger self.

In The Book Thief, Markus Zusak wrote a story of a young word shaker, who grew a tree of beautiful words in a forest of hate.This tree of nice words grew faster and taller than any of the trees of hate and fear. No one could harm this tree while the little word shaker remained in it. Yet, after some time, the word shaker left her tree and it fell. As the tree fell, it took out a significant amount of hateful trees. As the story ends, we can see the word shaker and her friend walking through the fallen trees towards a better future.


“The word shaker’s tree, in all it’s miles and miles of height, slowly began to tip. It moaned as it was sucked to the ground. The world shook, and when everything finally settled, the tree was laid out among the rest of the forest. It could never destroy all of it, but if nothing else, a different-colored path was carved through it.” (Zusak 450).


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