Utopia

          I can only write well when I'm feeling motivated. And I am feeling motivated right now.

         Another year is basically over. 5 years ago, I would never expect myself to be in this position, to know this much, to know myself this much. I think it's always so much easier to know about other people rather than yourself. Maybe the most interesting things to do in life is to find out what really drives you.
         I feel that in society, we live under much expectations, sometimes they're good expectations. But sometimes you lose track of what your goals and desires are because other people's goals intertwine with your own, and eventually your life pursuits are pushed deeper into an empty closet to be examined later.
       But I don't think all of us (or most) get the chance to ever examine them again.The closet becomes stuffed with ideas and dreams just waited to be lived. And our living room? Filled with other people's expectations, not your own. I know it's not perfectly possible to always focus on yourself, but it's always some sort of logical balance we should always try to obtain. It's not a perfect world after all, and I think if the world was perfect, I'd be absolutely horrified. People would be robbed of all their ideals, why work hard is the world was perfect? You don't need to. Why would we need religion? We wouldn't because the world is perfect. It's the imperfectness of the world that drives everyone at the end of the day; it makes us work to cover up blemishes of imperfection.


Besides if it were a perfect world, we would achieve all our dreams before we died-- but it's not. Sometimes, and I say sometimes, those dreams die with us.