A Thought About Life, Utopia, and a Forgotten Story
I have a wonderful story for you — one you might have read when you were a kid. But before that, let me share a couple of life updates.
I’ve been wondering about the purpose of my life since around 2023, I guess. Why do we live? Why is there so much suffering like wars, and why do people harm each other even though there are also good things in the world?
We are fellow beings. We could simply help each other and coexist without creating disasters like world wars.
I’ve been asking people about their perspectives on life, and somehow I ended up looking inside myself — thanks to a turn of events. As I explored many things outside through books and inside through my own thoughts, I remembered something from my childhood — the word “utopia.”
A Memory That Stayed
My English teacher, Santhi ma’am, back in 10th standard, put her energy and soul into explaining the lesson “The Summer Flight.” I still remember that moment.
I wish the world was a utopia. Maybe, collectively, we can make it a better place.
A better world doesn’t begin somewhere far away — it begins with how we think and act every day.
I am working on myself and hoping to do my part in it. That’s it for now.
Finding Something I Lost
I found this story after spending about half an hour manually searching — when even AI couldn’t help me.
(Thanks to my school friend who helped me in this search — I really appreciate your time and effort.)
You can find the story here:
Read the story (Refer to page number 158)
Refer to page number 158 for the entire story of Kumar. I couldn’t add it here because of copyright.
An Unexpected Realization
When I finally found this lesson from the 10th standard (2018) supplementary, Unit 6, I was honestly astonished.
The story was much more relatable than I expected. I didn’t find what I was looking for — but it showed me something else.
Just like in the book “The Alchemist,” sometimes the journey gives you something different… but exactly what you need.
Maybe utopia is not a perfect place waiting somewhere — maybe it is something we slowly build, within ourselves and around us.
(P.S. I’m visiting my hometown soon. Looking forward to seeing my family.)