An old school British tale about war and four siblings, a truly amazing book. Even though I had to read it after I left school to appreciate it properly. It’s the name of the book I enjoyed more than the story itself when I was young, it had a ring to it which I enjoyed. The other reason I liked the name so much (I’ve always, always had a different view on life) was because I associated it with myself. I was the Lion and the Witch, and the wardrobe was my bonus. I shall elaborate.
Like most people my favourite character is Aslan, he was a noble character. His character represents pride and honesty, a strong character, he was wise and honourable. Loyal and faithful to his people, he is generous enough sacrifice himself. If he was a man, he would be mine in shining armour. Seeing as I’m not a man or lion, I took his character and turned into something I want to behold, it was purely because I wanted to try to hold similar values. Liked Aslan’s values. Out of the little list, loyalty comes first for me, I’m very uneasy with pride though not sure if it’s fault or virtue as yet.
The bitch witch, certainly a conniving woman, she should have been clever enough to know better than to turn Edmund against the rest of the siblings. I’m pretty sure I’m not conniving but I must say I have had a fair of princess tantrums to become queen bee. So I represent the bitch in me as The White Witch, at least she’s white, right?
My wardrobe (for cloths) is still not the way I would want it to be, I don’t think it ever will be but I would like it to be wider and maybe a bit richer too. My world of imagination however is as rich as ever, I can apply it more to the real world now but it is just as rich. It also looks more realistic, as I can now rightfully place my potential for instance I don’t go and imagine myself as the CEO of an international company but do see myself as a general manager in a company with a just national front.
In a nutshell; I as a Leo, a true lioness wanted to follow Aslan paths. My love for power could easily make me a bitch, hence The White Witch. And finally the wardrobe well the wardrobe for me was a fusion of cloths that I wanted and whatever my imagination see fit for the day. It was my box, no-man’s land and I could shape it however I wanted.