My Tao (I think that’s the title)

I assume if I am supposed to write about what my happy reality would be, where there is nothing that could ruin it, or shall I say nobody that could ruin it, I would start with fruit, lots of fruit. Acres of strawberries, raspberries, and tons of cantaloupe trees. Do cantaloupes grow on trees? …They do now. I would have amazingly sexy men serve me fruit in golden dishes. Pizza would be served hot without grease. Beaver tales would be known world wide so everybody could taste them not just Canadians and tourists.

The ones I love would feel no pain, nor would I. We would go on learning but no longer crying. I would have a library like the one in Beauty and the Beast, but even better. Piles of books about everything there is to think about that doesn’t bore me to death. I want clouds for pillows, fur without bugs for a bed. Lots of cats, twelve to be exact, that don’t stink and would never break expensive crystal ornaments.

My house would be white, and big, but not too big. I would have beautiful trees, and a lake not far from my backyard. I would go to school and not have to face, close-minded, judgmental people who say they hate you before they even speak to you. Mothers would not abandon they’re children, fathers would stick around as well. It would rain only when I was outside fighting with the one I love, so we would see what we were fighting about was stupid, while water pours all over us as we make up. I would laugh, he would laugh and the cold would never hit. Just that warm fuzzy feeling.

There would be no such thing as a man who uses women, or beats them, or takes them for granted. They could not say harsh things that would make a women cry. They would be manly but gentle, lay subtle hints about how much they love us. They would except that we aren’t perfect and love us more because they now know there aren’t either.

I can only imagine how it would feel to have so much money your biggest expense was how much you would give to what third world country, but you would not have to because no countries would be pour.

 When I got married it would be outside and the weather would be so perfect. Lots of flowers, roses, daffodils, violets, snap dragons, lilies and buttercups. Ooooh buttercups, chocolate, there would be an everlasting supply of chocolate, but I would never get fat. Magazines would stop telling us how beautiful we could be and start telling us, we already are. No one would steal, and they wouldn’t have to, to survive. No murderers, people would die peacefully. Heaven would be all that one would expect it to be and more.

Happiness, the complete sense of bliss, would be enjoyed by everyone not just me. No one wants to be happy by themselves. All of these things would be great, something a genie in a bottle could do but with one exception of course...you cannot bring people back form the dead nor can you make the ones you want, want you back just as much. There are things in this world that are made impossible for a purpose but the things are not made impossible should be easy for all to reach.