Dear Diary #18
An Airy Pause and a Utopian Dream
~ this is a 2-minute reading essay 🗝
Dear Diary is a monthly love letter to the mess and magic of relationships — with others, and with myself. I don’t have answers, just lots of questions, but I believe in connecting through words. That’s why I keep writing.
What if every human being could simply do what they love, nourish their soul, and still be rewarded for it? Would the world naturally fall into balance, like nature does? Or would it collapse into chaos because everyone wants to be an artist?
Who would plant food? Who would clean? At least, many people genuinely like numbers, order, or systems. And what about those who prefer not to do anything at all — would they still serve a purpose in holding the balance?
In my utopian dream, no greedy man could tip the scales by wanting more than the rest. No VIP sections. All the planes would be filled with business-class beds so we’d all fly long distances comfortably. A bit communist of me, I know. And we know communism failed — maybe because the weak link was always humans. Maybe we’re not wired for equality. Maybe we crave podiums too much.
And why does the currency of “worth” change over the years? I envy people who lived when poetry was hyped (only if you were male and rich, of course). But then it changed to sword-fighting. Then medicine. Then money. Then computers. Now data. Tomorrow, who knows? Please don’t say AI. Okay, robots are the hype, I get that.
Meanwhile, we all bow to this invisible green abstraction, and the aliens watching this reality show must be so intrigued by how we worship money. “Look how they trade their whole existence for it. Even during a pandemic! I’m sure they make it for the show. It can’t be true! Wild and crazy beings, these humans! LOL”
At the very least, if the aliens tuned into a not-so-popular channel, they’d see a misfit woman wishing she could simply make a living by writing. A small rebel, doing what she loves, insisting she’ll be rewarded not only on a soul level but also, eventually, in the material world too.
She’s a naive liar, pretending the world doesn’t demand the opposite (be great first, and only then perhaps get paid). She swears she sees a wandering fairy mecenas in the forest searching for creatives to sponsor — in Helsinki.
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