Civilness

To our minds we all know what is perfect. To our minds we say this is right this is wrong, but what really owns us is ourselves. The society is not created by others it’s by the minds that lay inside our very own heads. I’m not biased on one side or another, I just state the story, the story of the ideal society that couldn’t be, unknown to man it already does.

The man approached his door as he thought to himself to get his newspaper to check the news. A large series of bad events were on the pages that lay in front of the man’s eyes. A man shot and killed, a house burnt down a shop burglarized, all this did not phase the man, for it happened every day. The man sat down and read the lottery numbers, corrupt by himself he screamed in rage once again for he had lost. The man stepped outside and saw the protests in the street, the man frustrated in his hate for the world yelled at the protestors, to get our or he’d beat them one by one himself. The protestors didn’t budge, so the man beat them. Little did the man know all that cared showed up, the police took the man away the man cursed at the protestors and the police as he was dragged away.

Days passed and the man rotted in his cell. Unknown to him the world stopped around him, his brother walked in, but it was only a mere image, it faded and the man started feeling remorse. Soon everything around the man faded and all he was surrounded by was the stars. Then a voice came from the universe he lie floating in, it said “You blame others for the problems that lie in the world, yet you yourself lay with faults, the gun does not kill, the person does, the only one that is un civil is yourself. The society is already perfect you just have to become the good.” After these words were said the man woke up in his bed with a smile on his face and a bright new day ahead of him.