You can keep me there as long as you want but it will be your utopia, not mine.
Every time you look at me and your little world that you have created around yourself, which apparently has everything you’ve ever wanted, you think you got it right. You think you have built heaven on earth. You think you have achieved the purpose of life. You think you have reached nirvana. You think you are happy.
You think wrong.
The only reason you have been able to keep your world intact is because no one has done anything to shake it’s foundations. Not even me. Matter of fact, I helped you keep the pillars strong. If it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t be living in this perfect world of yours. Your utopia. Not my utopia. You won every battle, every gamble, every race. You played your cards right. You made the right decisions, at the right time. You manipulated the right people. You didn’t give up. Now you have it all. There is nothing more you could ask for. It truly is, perfect, in your mind.
But the only reason you are still living in your utopia is that I am still living there. The day I leave it will collapse. As if it never existed.
And the only reason I am still living in your utopia, is because, I still haven’t found my utopia.
You know why?
‘cuz utopia doesn’t exist.
Utopia does exist… in our head….
well as far as personal utopia is concern,
i think it exists some where in all of us.
and i mistake made by the writer is that no1 can interfare or alter or affect ne 1′s utopia.
Utopia somthing secret which keep in ur that portion of heart where no 1 iz allowed…