To me a perfect world is many things. It’s full of love, happiness, and belonging.
In a perfect world, everyone feels that they have a purpose in life. A purpose to do well. Every day we can wake up and feel needed, wanted, and loved.
In a perfect world, there is no hate nor fighting. No shootings nor drunk drivers killing innocent passerby. It’s safe. Safe to drive and know that we will all make it to our destinations.
In a perfect world, we will never have to see the blood of our loved ones as they lay still on the floor. We can rely on the fact that every day we will come home to a family that’s whole. No missing pieces or cracks in our hearts.
In a perfect world, everyone is accepting of everybody. Size, shape, color, race, sexuality. Anyone and everyone can be themselves. We never have to feel so afraid that hiding in a bathroom stall or in the back of class is the daily routine. Hiding to escape the judgement and hatred catapulted at our faces.
In a perfect world, everyone can come to consensus, and if not, it’s still okay. We can work through problems without fighting, and find new ways to save our planet that is not so slowly, dying.
In a perfect world, we can put our best foot forward.
As for me, in a perfect world I don’t overthink. I’m not afraid to be spontaneous and I accept who I am. I have the confidence to confront my feelings and be heard.
In a perfect world, I am always strong.
In a perfect world, everyone is happy, safe, and loved.
In a perfect world, all is well.
Our world is far from perfect.