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My Society is me and I am It



I was reading a Children's story book to my kids last night and it said in the course of events, "My house is me and I am it. My house is where I like to be and it looks like all my dreams." And after having a fun time reading it together I discussed the moral of the story with my little bundles of possibilities. It obviously said 'without saying in words' that we ought to follow our dreams rather than trying to fit in to other's dictates, styles and choices.  

Later, when I had nicely tucked my sleepy kids in their cozy blankets, it occurred to me that the moral stands true for all of us (grown ups) too. Reconstructing the statement to suit us I got, "My society is me and I am it. My society is where I like to be and it looks like all my dreams."


Yet we get so stuck with the idioms of society that we forget who we are and what we like. The same society that is made of us starts breaking us. We cease to exist as individuals losing our personal attributes. We become 'drops in the ocean' and lose our essence, choices and dreams as we merge in the sea of society we live in. It hijacks the driving seat of our life vehicle and reduces us to the status of a passive passenger. A mere passenger who has no say over the route we take to live this journey of breaths.


I have no qualm in accepting the first part of the statement that is, "My society is me and I am it." But the second part!!! Does it really hold true to the picture of our society as it is? Is it really a place where most of us would like to be? Does it look like our dreams? Yes? If No, then why do we care so much about what society says? Isn't it made up of people? And aren't people made up of us? To put it simply, "We are the people and the people are us." If we fill our eyes with our own dreams and act accordingly, we shall see the society as our dreams. Each one of us will see it as their own dreams. A perfect place to be - Utopia. 



The word 'Utopia' itself suggests that it's a kind of 'never-never land'. Could it become an actual abode of bliss? Since I am fitfully optimist I would say 'Yes' in bold. Provided, we teach the moral of the story not only to our kids but to ourselves too. We just need to get our butterfly nets out and catch our flying dreams. If we all secure and revive our flickering dreams, we all would live in a society which would look like our dreams to each one of us. Won't it?

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