I was reading about the
free-writing exercise on utopia. After reading
all the discussions and hesitations of students I think that “utopia” is a sort
of personal and mythical world based on one’s perspective, where everybody
would be excluded. Probably most of us,
if not all, have in some instances of our lives, dreamed about building a better world
especially one that fixes “all social issues” that afflict societies in
general. When I think about it I wonder
how many people would be interested on hearing a personal utopia proposal,
especially if that envisioned world would be called after my name, “The land of Marisol where
there is no suffering.” When I was
younger I used to speak it out all the time, I would talked about my ideas of a
perfect world, but I gained a lot of enemies because of that. Although, I believe that I am a committed
person and that I would be willing to change the world, especially for those
who are living under oppression, I cannot say it loud, even now, that I have
grown up to a mature individual. The
fact that I recognize my powerlessness of transforming the world places constraints
on my conscious mind, somehow. As a young
girl I was living in this unrealistic world, which I believe, caused me disappointment
and emotional distress because real world and life are very tangible and hard, and you cannot tell people how to behave. With time I started
to understand that what I believe is perfect, for others, it is just the
opposite. I do believe that we can make
little changes in people’s lives, and that, is social justice; humane actions
that make you feel a different person, regardless of the world you live in. I do that because I cannot create a world
though on my ideals, however, it is hard to accept why innocent people died and
nobody does anything, why there are millions of children starving at this
moment, why governments abuse their own people, and so on. Utopia is nowhere; only exist as a
self-perception of the world.
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