I have a dream. A dream where people take pleasure in others happiness. Where love is spread like pollen in springtime. People always strive to make others happy and take care not to offend anyone. People see that others are not so poor that they can have basic joys in life. I have a dream of peace and love and brotherhood. Care and generosity. If it is utopia then I am dreaming of utopia. But is it really that hard to achieve. All that is needed is a little concern for others. The maximum it demands is that one sees others like a human being, one’s counterpart or may be the alter ego. Aren’t we all each other’s counterpart? Then why is it so tough? Why are we condemning ourselves to lead a dog’s life, always barking, grasping and trying to define our territories?
The worst is not that I want to live in utopia and that I do not have the commitment to make this world the utopia beyond being nice to others. What is worse is that I do not know whether it is my bad experiences that have made me go soft and crave for so much of emotional support. I have always had strength of being nice to others even when others were not being very nice to me. I used to say that if one wants to think of himself as a nice person then it is the cost that one has to pay. Also that being good is like writing a call option. Option premium being the satisfaction of calling oneself a good person against the unlimited downside of being cheated and getting hurt.
May be my strength ran out during the unfortunate incidents and I got scared of the unlimited downside. But I still want to be good and nice to everybody and the fear of unlimited downside scares me. I hope that it heals with time. And I pray that it heals fast, very fast.
