Utopia

I laughed. I couldn't remember feeling so much joy and excitement. I sank to the ground and felt the lush meadow underneath me. I stood up and looked around the beautiful paradise around me. Soft music with graceful cadences played from somewhere and a brook gurgled near a willow tree. I was so happy to have become just a part of it. As I laughed again and walked over to the brook, I felt myself falling at a great speed. I screamed but I wouldn't stop. For what felt like a long time, I kept on falling and at last I slowed down. I looked around me and saw a vast wasteland shrouded by a thick fog. It was cold, dreary and gloomy. I stumbled through it when at last I came to the edge of a riverbank. A small boat was tied to the shore. I stepped into it and rowed silently. The fog cleared and at last, I found myself back in my paradise, my utopia.

In the renowned book Tuesdays with Morrie, we are portrayed as little waves riding on a vast ocean. We come upon other waves. Soon, we catch sight of the shoreline and we fear of crashing into it. We needn't fear for it, for once we do crash into the shoreline, we become waves once more and we come back into the ocean again.

written at 3:08 AM

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