I live in a Utopia. I can walk the streets with no fear or concern. I know I am safe in my town. Nobody fights with violence, and hardly words either. We know that our differences are what make us who we are. Ahh, look, there goes Mrs Belle; she's so nice. She lives in a beautiful little cottage on the corner of the street. Her lovely flowers always sell. Thinking about the sold flowers makes me happy, and sad. Lots of them are given to loved ones, and come from them in turn. They are given to show appreciation, and to celebrate someone's achievements. But flowers are also give to those who don't have long left in this world. I hope they will pass peacefully. There are no life threatening illnesses in my Utopia. All the cures were either found or given. Why can't the whole world follow in our footsteps? We share things not for money or knowledge but because it is the right thing to do. I know that sounds cliche but I guess that's what my town is. Cliche. But whats so bad about that? The sun shines brightly everyday but there are no droughts. All our houses are either pretty, cute, modern, or simply whatever their owners want them to be. We all get along, even though some own fancier cars, or bigger hats. There is no deceit, and who needs a big blue police station when there are no crooks to catch? If there is a fire, we all help to put it out. My Utopia is whatever I want it to be, as it is mine. What's your Utopia like?
