Beauty Seen is Never Lost

“ What’s Utopia to you?” the scholars asked, “ and this world, with it’s astounding flaws and burnt out stars, what would you change in it?”
Where is this place? She wondered, and was it just a dream? For those people she was surrounded with at that moment; were out of this world.
Those scholars were illuminated, with a well of knowledge that was capable of defying gravity, of building civilizations, and tearing them to immaculate pieces. She couldn’t believe that she was in their presence. She couldn’t fathom the fact, that she was actually, taking part in their discussion. They were asking her, about the world. They were questioning her definition of Utopia, not knowing that her Utopia was them. Her Utopia was, that state of mind they possessed; her Utopia was that brilliance they exhaled, that originality in thought, that freedom of expression, and that undenying ability to absorb the sharpest tips of this universe.
“ Utopia would be made up of individuals; bricks that never look the same, never act the same, never think the same,” And yet she thought, those bricks would be able to create something phenomenal, just by achieving that sense of being. Just like you, just like you. she thought
“ And the world? “ they asked
“ Passion, i'd let it drive it. In schools, I’d implant the importance, of liberating the human ability to follow it’s passion, and I’d take society’s stone-set standards, and place them in sand. For nothing, should be solidified.”
She looked them in the eye, and saw realms, territories they’d marked with that profound mind of theirs. She saw history in creation; she was never one to believe in history; but they, she was sure, would be the fundamentals on which everything would be able to stand on. For who else dares to delve deeper into the core of life, rather than tiptoeing on it’s edges? who else chooses to question? To doubt, to ask, to over-judge, to over-think, to over analyze every tiny little atom ,who?
Only those, who were born, to be the pillars of societies, those who scrape off the surface of humanity, and assess what’s underneath. They, were everything, she wanted to be.
“ What interests you?”
“ Television Shows, with protagonists drawn to accumulate everything that’s rarely expressed in reality. Truth. Professionalism. Integrity. Critical thinking in the face of social niceties,”
It wasn’t trivial, she knew, for those interests, had set her apart and gave her a comparative perspective, for she was wise enough to know what to take from them and what to leave.

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She never knew that,
At that moment, while she was in that room taking part of what she believed to be the most intellectually stimulating discussion she’d had in years,
Somewhere, in that world, a flame had been ignited. For SHE, was the change, it had been waiting for; and SHE was the Utopia it impossibly sought.

Posted by Diddlina at 1:55 PM