Private Paradise

Private Paradise

By Josh Watkins

Utopia. A word that means nowhere. A place that cannot exist in today’s society. Yet there are many dreams of a Utopia, and there are dreamers. I happen to be one of them. My Utopia is called the Land of Memories.

    

The Land of Memories has an undisclosed location. However, I will be glad to share with you the landscape, government, customs, etc. The land is wide open plains full of thick and luscious grass with forests and mountains looming in the background. If you look just beyond the horizon, you will notice that there are miles of beach that with the passing of everyday looks as though it has remained untouched. There are many rivers, waterfalls, and hidden jungles filled with the most amazing creatures ever to roam the earth and also some that have never been introduced to the real world. The water is pure, clean, and replenishes from an unknown source every night. The weather is set so that if you want a certain climate or weather type, you must go to that region of the land.

            

Many places need rulers, laws, codes, or other sorts of things that involve people, power, and money. In the Land of Memories, the only ruler is you and yourself. There aren't any weapons here or anything involving technology. No work is done except to keep the Land of Memories the way it has always been, peaceful. Only a select few are able to live here. These very lucky people have been through too much to describe and have the mindset of only to keep the land of memories safe.

            

There are no customs other than festivals and celebrations that happen when the time feels right. There is only one language, called Paradisian, which can be spoken orally or telekinetically. There is no money, no wealth, because the land provides what we need and is rich in itself.

            

The Land of Memories was named by the power and magic that sweeps through the land. Whenever you need to, you can relive any memory you want. How is all of this possible?? The Land of Memories lies on the inside of whoever it chooses too. That is why the location is not known. Only the dreamers and the people who love life enough to care will ever experience The Land of Memories.

Your in for a treat because this is not a poem. This was one of the first projects I did for my junior year of high school. We were discussing Utopias and were asked to in either prose or poetic form to create our own. I'm a dreamer, so it was fitting to create this Utopia in a section of my mind. I hope to find a place like this in real life one day that has been hardly touched or even untouched by man. One can only dream.