scribbles

I can honestly say that I live in a perfect world. If you asked anybody that lived here they would say the exact same thing. I don’t mean to sound big-headed or anything, but everyone here was always happy, sometimes we didn’t even know just how happy we were since we had never experienced sadness. We were all happy to be alive, loving life and glad to be where we were.
You must be wondering how we could be so perfect. The sarcasm and cynicism is probably already brewing in your mind. But this time you can’t question it, you can’t make fun of it, because it is what it is. Perfection.

Well then you ask what about the poor, the hungry and deprived? We had no poverty. Everyone had what they needed, because what was his was mine, and what was mine, his. We shared and helped each other through everything. There were no rich people with fancy parties and sleek cars, and there were no poor people, hungry and lonely.
There were no wars, because there were no countries. The world belonged to everyone. We were citizens of the Earth. We coexisted with not only the people of the world, but also the plants, the fish and the animals. There was no real difference, no real difference in life. Since we valued all lives equally no matter if they were animal plant or human, we cared for our environment and in turn it took care of us. And so words such as Global Warming and Ozone Depletion were distant funny sounding words that only people like you used.

Then you asked about racism. Well what about that. You talk about it like you know it so well. What are you talking about? We don’t know race or color or ethnicity. We just didn’t see it that way.
But then finally you asked, “Well what does your world look like?”

And sadly, my friend I cannot tell you, for all of the people here are blind