Utopia, our dreamland and our
getaway from reality. What is it? Each and every one of us has an idealistic
world. We all know real life is not that simple and carefree. Our minds want to
go to a place that is. No matter how hard one tries, you can’t make the world
perfect. Period.
Many people find ways to create
their own utopia. I have two ways of creating my utopia. One, I currently run a
gaming clan. The other, I write stories. What does both of those have in
common? They give me a sense of control for my life. You can call it a false
hope. From the gaming utopia, I want to feel respected and cared about. It
works. From the story writing, I want a sense of control in my life, my
destiny, my fate, and my luck. It works. Still, once in a while reality pops by
and slams you back to awake and alert status.
If I could take the life currently
written in my stories, I would. No second thought about it. With the current
situation and my life I have, it is the better alternative. Perhaps when my
life is better than the alternative, I would have achieved happiness and
satisfaction for my life.
Sometimes when I feel alone, I dream
of a better place. A place where there are no troubles. A place where I find
the One and spend so much precious time together. I find most love songs very
touching for me. If I was a song writer and a good singer, I would dedicate a
love song for the One. Or if it needs be and it means a lot to me, I would sing
a popular love song no matter how bad of a singer I was. That’s my dream.
Carefree and no judgment. Simple.
I’m beginning to think that writing
this memoir is another utopia for me because of the anonymity. The idea of
spilling everything in my head with no repercussion makes me have a sense of
freedom and control. Still, there will be a reality check and someone or
something will bring over a cloud of negativity and rain it down on me.
I find myself as an optimist. I used
to always reassure myself with the problems and issues I had with my life. Day
after day, those reality checks really do wear you down. It feels like your
body armor could no longer take any more beatings and you start to lose your
optimism. Maybe I used my share of good luck? Now it’s the time for the bad
luck… When there’s a push, there will be a pull. Action reaction. Cause and
effect ideology.
They say the grass is greener on the
other side. It’s true. I look at where I am and then imagine where I want to
be. Indeed, the grass is greener. Sometimes I feel like there is a high barbed
wire fence blocking me from entering the greener side. Sometimes you could
smell it, taste it, and see it. Sad thing is, you can’t touch it and feel what
it is like. Only my imagination can fill in the missing parts even though it is
not fully accurate. People say you should face your problems and go through it.
If not, around it. I find it impossible to go through the fence or around it as
it seems endless in both directions. What can I do? I sit down dreaming what I
could see myself doing on the other side and then look at where I am. Depressed
and powerless.
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