Personal Narrative: The Perfect World

Racing faster than a horse, my heart was about to escape my chest. As my mind was trying to process what I had viewed through my clouded vision, I had a sudden realization; everything I had believed up until then, was a lie. The world I viewed was completely changed while I looked through the glasses of reality. That was the first time I had seen war up so close. What had been a peaceful town near the outskirts of a much larger city, was now caught in the middle of countries settling a quarrel. I had always thought the world was perfect., I thought people were reasonable and I thought there was peace. I now know that there is always conflict, and that it would be unreasonable to see a perfect world. The fake utopia constructed in my mind was the result of trusting and transforming unrealistic ideas that have been tossed through time. The young are raised, and sheltered by the previous generations to grow up without fear—similar to being brainwashed. I’d never noticed, but people act so normally while walking down the sidewalk, only contemplating what they will have for dinner or how much sleep they will get that night. I was content living a normal life in the minor town with an ordinary job, without worries. I always considered going to other countries …show more content…
After hearing the bone trembling sounds of the guns or grinding of tank-tracks, how will the sounds of people’s chatter and clamor of cars compare? I could hear the terror in families’ voices as people evacuated. A week before the unexpected encounter, families could have been relaxing at home by the bright sparkling timbers of a fire. After the war, I recognized destruction would’ve rained down upon the buildings from bombs. I knew there would be nothing to go back to. I thought of the people endangering their lives in order for the majority of the rest to live in an impractical imagination of peace, too bad it’s often in