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Well I was asked in literature class to write a ceative essay on "Whether Utopia could be achieved?" And here's my attempt at it. It's not real good quality but I would like to share it anyways :p
Comments and feedbacks are welcome, and if you please, think about "What ultimately makes people happy?" and reply it.
Thx!
Here's the story:
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Happy Man Run
His name was Happyman.
Happyman lived in the wild. He ran across the land, feeling the dear earth with his big bare feet, chasing a little flying bug. With a happy leap, he propelled himself ten meters into the air, fast as a missile, yelling and laughing. He twisted in midair like a string-less dummy, arms flailing and legs kicking, although with amazing precision, he gently caught the little bug inside his palm. “Haha!” He laughed at the little bug, utterly triumphant, and let it go before he landed gently on the earth, paying a polite apology to a pretty little flower he had injured during the landing. Happyman ate wild berries and drank the morning dews, sometimes he would eat little critters, but only when he was really hungry and needed meat. Happyman disliked killing. Happyman slept wherever he could, normally under a big tree he would lit himself a happy little fire, and curl up beside it. He always stared at the silver jewels in the sky before he went to sleep, and sometimes he would sing softly to the night, along with frogs and crickets.
Happyman was hungry most of the time, for it was hard to come by food in the wild. However, that did not bother him to the slightest. Happyman had hopes. When he was hungry, Happyman would run across the land, hoping to find food. Although normally he would not find any food after hours of gazing and sniffing, he never let go of his hopes. Happyman searched with such strong sense of hope that, when his hopes were granted, may it be a beehive filled with sweets and painful stings, or may it be a poisonous snake filled with tender meat and a painful bite, Happyman would be ecstatic beyond all reasons. He would raise both arms to the sky to solute it, and lay down to the earth to kiss it, beam widely, and sat down to enjoy his feast. Because everything was so scarce in the wild, whenever Happyman found anything at all, he would be happily thankful that his hopes came true.
One afternoon, when chasing another little bug in the wild, Happyman found a city. It had a great shinny stone walls that were as tall as the tallest trees and a big iron gate that would fit ten elephants. Happyman was extremely happy, for he had never seen anything like this before. Happyman ran to the gate, and he saw, glowering over the huge gate was two lines of words, carved deeply into the steel. The top line proclaimed “UTOPIA”; a smaller bottom line explained, “Where all happiness happen”. Deeply entreated, he asked the guard if he could go inside the city. “Of course you can O happy man! The magic King built it for everyone. Everything and anything you wish will be true. Now come on! What are you waiting for?” Beaming broadly, Happyman walked inside.
It was the strangest yet most magnificent city Happyman had ever seen. Little buds of springs sprang randomly out of the stone road, and the road, coated with a thin layer of water, was a gigantic dark mirror. Inside the mirror Happyman saw antic trees with antic flowers, fluorescent fireflies around the trees with fluorescent bodies. Happyman walked into a snug little inn and was immediately greeted by four pretty naked nymphs with soft green skins the color of leaves. They lifted Happyman with their soft green arms into the room and poured from their nipples wines that looked, not surprisingly, faintly green. They handed the wine to Happyman in a delicate little glassware. Happyman drank the wine and blushed deep purple, the nymphs giggled like silver bells. Happyman was then dressed with soft green silks that were warm but bore no weights. His shaggy cloths the nymphs put in a bag and put aside. That night, Happyman did not sleep underneath a tree with a little fire, he slept on a feather mattress soft yet firm, smelled of flowers. He smiled and thought quietly, “I am the happiest man alive”.
However, after a week, Happyman felt something was off. He no longer found the springs and the mirror-like road interesting; he no longer found the nymphs and their wines tasty. Days upon days of Utopia with out reason bored his mind. He therefore prayed, “O magical King! Will you not grant me more happiness?” His wish was granted immediately, in a blink of an eye, the city became more magnificent. He went to the little inn and the nymphs looked more beautiful, and the wines better too. Happyman was happy again. However, his happiness was quickly drained. Happyman sat down on the mirror and gazed into the water, and he reflected hard. It seemed that when everything that would make Happyman happy was given, he was no longer happy. Why do you hope for something when you could simply get it? Happyman asked himself. And yet, Happyman reasoned, isn’t the uncertainty whether your hopes come true the thing that makes you truly happy? Then he knew something is terribly off about this city: The magic king in this city of Utopia can grant you anything you hoped. So your hopes are nothing but a demand, and you take it for granted. Therefore you do not get the happiness in the surprise when your hopes come true because they always come true…
Happyman then bid farewell to the beautiful nymphs, the fountain, and the city. He put on his old cloths and walked out of city through the back door. The back door was small and tattered. On the top of the door, there were two lines. The bigger one proclaimed “Utopia”, but with several lines smudged over it. The bottom, smaller lines proclaimed, “Happiness is found, not given”. An old man with a rusty crown was standing next to the door, he smiled, “Happyman, now you are truly happy. Go run.”
And with that, Happyman ran laughing into the wild. He was gone.
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Hope you liked it ~_~ It's not that great hehe
Edit 2:
Thx for the compliment. Means alot to a writer ^^
