Searching for a Utopia

Planning

I am very organized when I want to be. When I am organized I typically plan for myself, and what I can guess, as my today’s day needs. But when I find Utopia, I really don’t know what to expect. If the place is perfect then why do I need to plan? Why am I anxious that I even have to plan for a perfect place? OK, I did plan to have a perfect single day, but it was only for myself. I forgot that even Utopia will have a lot of other people who have their own plans and they were also well organized. There is the difficulty. No amount of planning is helping me in search of my Utopia. It seems the more I plan the more conflicts, and when you have conflicts how do you have a perfect place. So planning to the tee won’t bring me to my Utopia.

Transportation

I drive, I walk, I take a plane, I take a train, and I simply travel. Destination sometimes know and sometimes unknown. Let me say I am looking for an ideal place and I just go there. I get there, and it is ideal but I don’t know anyone. I have to work. I have to eat. I have to make friends. I have to live there. Perhaps many more things I have to do to be in a new place, although it is ideal. How do I do it? Who do I find to make it ideal? Even when I travel to an ideal place, the only thing that is simple is getting there. Our roads make it easy and airlines make it simpler. But how do I not feel tired? How do I erase the newness? How do I begin an instant transformation? What do I do if I only find an ideal place but may not be ideal to live in? Just because I am able to make the journey doesn’t get me to my Utopia.

Technology

I am quite savvy with technology. I like to be available and I like to find people. I am mobile. I am connected. I am most times available. Here is the problem. If everyone else is doing the same thing, how can we find each other? If someone will not respond how do you deal with it? We perhaps need to invent transporters so you can be bodily transported to them, find them. Sure thing, this is not going to happen in my lifetime. So, my surrounding myself with my gadgets perhaps is no way to find Utopia. Some times it could well be I am trying to find someone who don’t want me to find them. Sometimes I may be trying finding someone who doesn’t want to be found. Sometimes I am trying to find someone who doesn’t want to respond. So, my technical abilities will not lead me to my Utopia, as an ideal place for one is no place to live.

Money

I am not referring to wealth or Lakshmi. I am simply speaking of money. It runs out, and needs to be made. I am sure we all know. If I am in Utopia I don’t need it. The trick about money is it does deliver most of the worldly needs. Place to live, car to drive, clothes to wear, food to eat, tuition to pay, families to take care of, things to buy, smoke, drink, travel, tour the world, hire others to do your work, build, destroy and what ever we can think of it buys them for you. But why do I need money in Utopia where I have peace of mind and love. How can an ideal place to exist, we must need money. It needs to be built, it needs maintenance and it needs nourishment. Then again if I am going to work to make so much money to nourish an ideal place, for god’s sake how can I be peaceful? Do I have enough days in this life to undertake such an idealistic plan? No way.

Waiting

I spent a lot of time in waiting. I just do. I don’t mind waiting. My mind is trained to wait. It doesn’t get tired of waiting. It simply waits. While I am waiting for my Utopia, my mind doesn’t think of consequences. It simply believes I am going to find it. When I fall asleep each day like I did (perhaps I did not) yesterday, it ignores the time that has elapsed. Perhaps it too knows the trivial pursuit of finding Utopia, and it is conditioned to wait. Goodness it has no memory of yesterday but it begins fresh everyday waiting, and wanting to find Utopia. If I tell it not to wait, it says why not? What other alternatives you have? As it is my mind I have no choice but listen to it. It always wins. So I add waiting as probable cause to finding Utopia.

Society

Even Utopia has rules and regulations. Our societies are full of things we made up to conform the people who live them. Generally they are good to follow, but doesn’t support idealistic life. To be ideal there will be no conformity. So, when I live in conformity how can I be in Utopia?

Myself

Hummm.

What can I say? I am a normal person. I don’t think I am very simple, but I know I am uncomplicated. I think, I write, I work, I live, I love, I play, I plan, I travel, I organize, I sometimes can be charming. I also know each of these good things I imagine doing are for myself and they may not be the same for anyone else you wish to join in Utopia with. That’s the major problem. Hey why me? Even communists failed to live in Utopia. Plato just imagined it, and Atlantis is under the sea and I can’t live there. With all the daily pondering I am having a tough time finding Utopia on earth, so why would want to be a fish?

No doubt when I go through today, I will be traveling, I will be looking, I will be waiting, and I will be wishing to find my Utopia. What is life for except to find a perfect place to live in? I am sure I will find it. But if I don’t how would I know?


This article on trying to find a utopia poses very many interesting questions and topics. I enjoyed how this spoke it gave the reader questions to ask himself or herself to see if they are truly finding the utopia that they are trying to find. In my research paper i mention many of these different aspects such as not knowing a destination or what he is about to do next. That leaves things without endings so the person can expand or do whatever they want at that point. This process of not knowing what is next takes so much stress off the normal human being in today's society. Everybody is always in a rush and thinking "Oh, I have to do this or I have to do that." The article speaks about how he can get wherever he wants via plane or car but what if he doesnt want to travel in that way because it is not his ideal way to travel which then would not be his utopia.