perfect utopia

by hashbrown23

when simon goes off to wander alone in the islands he is reminded of a place that he often used to visit back at home, a little pond that was his very source of ispiration and strength. invigorating him with the aspiration of a new life. on the island inside the abysmal forest he discovers such a place that takes him to the those days that he longs for

The Perfect Utopia

Sometimes life is consumed so much by the overwhelming frustration and rejection from all expectations that you can't help but suddenly feel claustrophobic with imaginary walls that are closing in on you without any aperture for exit like a mouse trapped in a shoebox. Times like these one feels the need to run away, into a place where none of these matter anymore. A place of perfect tranquility to escape from the inflammable web of reality.

A pond two minutes away from my house is such a place of consolation for me. A place, that has been isolated for as long as I can remember. The pond is bordered with lush green mosses, jagged weeds and thorned vines festooned like a huge tangled mess. The entire water body encircled with trees bearing wild fruits and white blossoms and the territory already claimed by the fuzzy brown hares, who could sense any kind of slight disturbance as they abruptly lift up their heads whenever I make my way through the broken stone pavement winding towards the edge of the pond.

The pond itself feels like a living entity as though in a deep slumber, nothing to disturb the plain clear crystal water. It hosts very few numbers of miniature gold fishes that appear like small orange gems cutting its very way through the water. The pond is shallow with a water level only waist deep and the floor blanketed with smooth round pebbles imbricated here and there. The water is as cool as cucumber even during the hottest days of summer. Under the piping hot sun the pond shows like a lucent glass mirror and by night beneath the lambent moonlight the surface illuminates like little diamonds glistering.

A large boulder that sits under the thick shade of a blossom tree is marked as my designated spot most favorable among many others because of its features of being able to view every speck of the place with the pond at its very heart. Once ensconced among the tall soft grass with my back leaned against the large stone like an armchair, I let my mind drift away giving in to the hypnotic ambience of the premise. Letting my eyes rest on the vast stretch of greenery beyond, collecting flat stones as I throw them at the pond, following every ripple formed one after another as the stones ricochets on the surface. The entire surrounding seems to work harmoniously on its own accord without letting anything hinder its way, which in some ways gives me the afflatus to start fresh and with a clear mind just like the water. It gives me hope for a solution to my endless conundrums in life.

May be that's why when devoured by hopelessness I always tend to turn towards the comfort of this place that can be contemplated to my own unique utopia. And by the end of the day when I watch the evening sun deep under the long range of trees I know there is always a way out of the shoebox.