The ideal World. MY ideal World actually (subjective as this blog is going to be).
A scene from a child’s book, written by a child perhaps. There is no war. There is no extreme poverty. There is no one living on the street. There is no National pride or any other form of man-made diversion from the reality of the species of humanity. There is no racism. There is no Capitalism or disproportionate spread of wealth. There is no global warming or animal cruelty. There is no violence or hate. There are no natural disasters. There is no disease. There is no crime or abuse. There is no heart break or depression. There is global happiness, harmony, love, respect, hope, admiration. Everyone is fed. Everyone is sheltered. Everyone is safe. Everyone is free. All authority is legitimate. The rain falls when and where it is needed. The sun shines at the perfect moment. People say hello as they ride past one another on bikes, every morning. Black, White, Asian, Gay, Straight, Male, Female, it doesn’t matter.
The ideal World.
I wake up one morning, and I exist in it all of a sudden. Everything is perfect. The very ideals I strove for are no longer questions or theories. They exist. The World is how I think it should be.
I hate it.
Who the fuck am I now? There is nothing for me any more. I don’t need to question anything anymore. My personality doesn’t fit this ideal World.
But then I go back to sleep and the World is now. Capitalism, Poverty, war, disease, hate, Nationalism, racism, homophobia, Religion, crime, abuse, murder, rape, anger, cruelty, heart break, depression……..
I hate it.
It goes against everything I stand for.
So now what? Is “everything I stand for” one huge pretentious paradox? Is it really the end goal of a general utopia the motivation behind my values. Or is it the chase for perfection, rather than the perfect end, that might motivate my values, if it is indeed the latter, then I should reassess my entire World view.
If Plato, or Descartes, or Van Gogh, or Warhol, or Plath had awoken to find their perfect World outside the window. Their genius would have gone unnoticed. What good would Warhol be?