Micro-vision

I'd like to just throw some things out in the open, if I might.
There's been something that's been scratching my insides as of late; an idea.
Something I can't put my finger on, or couldn't until just recently.
What is this idea, you might ask?
Micro-vision, is what I'm going to call it.
I'm sure I'm making even less sense now than I was above, let me elaborate.
Its no secret that my favorite piece of literature is Lewis Carroll's "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" and "Through the Looking Glass". For the longest time I couldn't understand why that was, I mean, its not really THAT great of a story. But what I've come to find, in the short years of my life is that, as we get older our intentions seem to shift. We seem to be taken away, either by our choosing or by society or religion or what have you, from ourselves.
Ask someone what they want to do with their lives, they'll tell you something that won't happen for years. They tell you their whole plan, what they wish to accomplish, they tell you their goal. They don't tell you:
"I want a new cell phone."
"I want to watch a view with someone very special to me."
"I want to get home and sleep."
"I want to make my friends laugh."
and so on.
What I want to know is why we don't think this way anymore. When we were younger that was our thinking. It was so naive, which is how most characters in 'Alice' were. But I don't see these things as being naive. Its just micro-vision.
Seeing the millions of little pieces that make up the lives around you. Stating the obvious.
Take this quote by The King of Hearts for example:
"Begin at the beginning and go on till you come to the end: then stop."
And a doorknob,
"Read the directions and directly you will be directed in the right direction."
and Alice herself,
"I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, Sir, because I'm not myself you see."
There's something about these quotes that's missing in the world today, and I think we can all grow as humans if we follow how simple it is.
I've ranted for far too long.
Back to the stories, shall we?


-Sir Jestro