May I Dream?

It's strange how human greed can sometimes surpass our human capability of sacrifice. It is depressing how our strive for power mounts happiness. Desires become insatiable. We spend too much time focusing on the empty slice of the present that we forget the bless of what we have. We rush to cuddle a pillow at night to feel safe. When the cozy sheet hugs you, the breeze sneaks in through your window to put you to sleep. It's your pause away from the fast life we managed to give birth to. Sometimes, we must stop, take a breath and admire what we are missing. We spend our lives dedicated to fit the mold media has marketed. We renounce our natural uniqueness and scar it into what others consider acceptable. We end up losing our identity and bleakly fading away. We transform from being people to numbers.

You see, I have a dream. Imagine a world where everyone is different. You wake up in the morning and gaze from the window to find out that no two people dress the same. No two cars are identical. Some are randomly painted and drawn on. Green is a color that actually exists somewhere else other than in trash cans. Every balcony has green vines and  mini orchids growing out of pottery vases just like Grandma's do. A turtle may exist there as well for no reason. Everyone one is happy and satisfied with the prevailing simplicity. Everyone acts random. Our actions are to be the only identity to which we can relate to. Imagine waking up every morning wanting to be happy. Just happy. Whether it's by making a change, helping a kitten come down a tree or just helping an elder with his groceries. What I dare and say is not a pink dream. It is however a matter of perspective. Solid truth is but an illusion. What we see of the world is our interpretation of the truth. It's a self analysis. Our judgments are affected by our character and intellectual abilities. Since we all are different, we all have different perspectives of the world. This may be the main reason why we can't ennoble. We can't accept difference as part of our human nature.

Our deepest fear is not darkness but rather the bright light. It's the power that we fear more than weakness. When power is nurtured as a top priority, the addiction to its glamour grows a tumor on our human compassion. As a result, we develop the urge for self destruction.

When the last tree is chopped, when the last oil drill is depleted, when the last river is poisoned, when all air is contaminated, when pain is an everyday factor, and when Earth is about to quit on us, what will be the reason we fought for then? Would it be worth it? It's only then when we shall realize that we can't eat money...