Sometimes I feel myself as the Scarecrow, desiring wisdom above all things. Not that I don’t have a brain, but I wish I could use it for the right things instead of blindly seeking for the wrong ones. Maybe this happens because part of me is like the Tin Man who doesn’t have a heart. Every little piece is in the right place, and yet, feels like something is missing. Some heat inside my chest that could warm up my life. But again, not that I don’t have a heart, maybe I’m just not brave enough to use it the right way. That’s why sometimes I feel myself like the Coward Lion, who laments his lack of courage without understanding that this can only show up where first there is fear.
Scarecrow, Tin Man and Coward Lion will eventually discover that they always had a proper brain, heart and courage, just like I do, time to time. In the meanwhile I know that I will always feel like Dorothy, trying to reach happiness by following the Yellow Brick Road*, whether if I’m wearing my red shoes or not.
Some place where there isn't any trouble
Do you suppose there is such a place, Toto? There must be.
It's not a place you can get to by a boat or a train,
It's far, far away, behind the moon, beyond the rain.
*Fashion week time, working harder, aiming more...