What is a perfect world? A perfect world would be sunny, but not hot. In a perfect world you would walk outside and smell rain without the ground being wet. You could hear a mocking bird mimicking the sound of children playing on verdant lawns. In a perfect world you would take a bicycle to work because it’s not that far, and when you get there you are greeted by coworkers, receptionists, and bosses, all with smiles and “so me and the wife were talking about taking a trip to the lake next weekend, are you up for it?”
In a perfect world even work doesn’t seem like a chore. You don’t sit behind your desk acting preoccupied to keep your job. Instead you do something you want to do, something that benefits mankind as a whole. You do something that interests you so much that you can’t help but stay late because you were so close to creating something new. But then again, in a perfect world you just create something new and then go home at the normal time.
On your way home through the perfect world, you watch all the neighbors tend to the tomato and zucchini, and other food plants that they grow in their yards. You watch their kids run in and out of the rows, over the fence to say hi to people as they walk by, and then back over the fence once again. In a perfect world you don’t see homeless people, because everyone has an opportunity to work, which they do.
In a perfect world everyone makes enough to live, to get something they don’t need, or to take a vacation when they want to. In a perfect world you stop by the grocery store. On the way in you park your bike in front of the store, next to everyone else’s, not a single one padlocked because they never get stolen. You put your hand on the door and the sign that says “free ride in cop car for shoplifter” isn’t there. But you don’t notice because you live in a perfect world, and the thought of such a problem had never occurred to you. You make a nod at the cashier in the store as they check out a couple of police officers that are talking amongst to each other, “It’s been quiet here for a while now, huh?” “Yeah I wish we could do something else besides pull cats out of trees.” In a perfect world, cats can jump out of the trees; they just stay in the tree because the police wouldn’t be doing anything else if the cats jumped.
You grab a bottle of wine to take home and share with your spouse. You already have wine at your house, but in a perfect world, another bottle won’t hurt because in a perfect world everyone knows not to drive drunk or over do it. You take your bike home as the sun goes down and the streetlights come on. The trees light up with string lights that have been charging all day by solar power. You look through the windows into homes and see families eating together, talking about their day. You make it to the house and your kids who are old enough to be home alone have been waiting for you to come home. They have cooked dinner, and they were setting the table just as you walk in. You are greeted and then told to come eat dinner. Before you sit down you open up the wine bottle and pour two glasses.
In a perfect world dinner is delicious and perfectly complemented by the bottle you chose earlier. The table is cleared and you adjourn to your room or your study where you read a book, or news rather. You read about how world leaders had a problem with each other, but then they realized maybe they didn’t have it right, or maybe they were both wrong. In a perfect world they understand each other, and they recognize each other’s right to live and function; they realize that they are not necessarily better so much as different. You read a story about how unions and companies were going to have an issue, but then they decided on a solution that both groups thought were fair. You pull the covers over you snuggled next to the love of your life, thinking about how you live in a perfect world, and you wonder what the next day holds for you with anticipation; not fear. That is a perfect world.