Imperfectly Perfect
By Rohan
...the dew trickles down the teflon leaves with the rain gently falling on the roof. the thuds and bangs eased out as the sun set over the horizon exposing the foreshadowed moonlight that glistened over the hard and cold asphalt floor. a gentle howl proceeded in the background reverberating through the piercing silence as the husk of the gentle east-end wind blew making its way past the high mountains, only to penetrate the sleek branches of the pine and eucalyptus. this was a world where nature was at its best, with all universal forces existing in tandem and harmony where man co-existed and preserving what remained. this was a perfect world where inequalities didn't exist. a world where every one was given a chance and a world that taught morality instead of victory. a world that cared; not only of its people but also of nature.
this is definitely a utopic one where there seems to be this non-existence of externalities. the lack of different perspectives, and the reigning of innocence. a world that is not perfect in its truest form and essence.
we all look forward to this scenario where every single person of the 7 billion of us are on the same boat in a vast endless ocean. to live in harmony, peace and joy and to enjoy life and thrive upon happiness for eternity, never to experience pain, suffering and betrayal. and in my opinion, that is a world unknown to the reality and blinded by innocence and immaturity.
the earth that we live in, was never meant to be like that and will never sought to develop into that “perfection”. the millions of ideas, perspectives and clashes is what makes us perfect. a world that thrives amongst all this suffering and a one that rebels and fights for the good, is all that embodies us as we preserve the features that really ought to be changemakers.
there is no need to imagine and create utopic dimensions when we all live in one pale blue dot that is imperfectly perfect...
A response to the Now prompt