W1: The World I Want to Live In
The world I want to live in is clean, not just in streets free of debris, but in our hearts, clear of prejudice. Everyone should be treated equally, without racism, sexism or other discrimination. We can build genuine friendships with people from different races. In addition, I also hope that everyone in this world can dress freely. We can all live the way we want, do whatever we want without caring about other people’s eyes. No one should stare when a nonbinary person walks by in a sequined jacket, or when a Muslim girl wears her hijab to a swimming class. No one will be criticized for their clothes, skin color or choices, because "different" has never been a label, but a pigment that makes the world richer.
I hope this world is full of colors that defy nature’s old rules. The grass can be anything but green, the sky can be anything but blue, the clouds can be cotton candy, the river can be a melting galaxy, the flowers will migrate with the wind. Time can drift along the wall, and the shadow can break away from the owner and become a cloak.
Workplaces should feel like extended families, not battlegrounds. There should be no rigid rules. Programmers wearing lolita skirts write petals falling into the code, making the boring program run like a miniature flower show. The office building designed by the architect with dreadlocks has lawns on each floor that can be walked on barefoot, and the tables in the conference room are round, so no one will be ignored for sitting in the corner. Bosses don’t sit in corner offices. They could share desks with interns and spend afternoons volunteering at schools, because leadership here means lifting others rather than looking down on them. In performance reviews, the number of times you helped colleagues and the innovative ideas proposed should be more important than the KPIs completed.
Disagreements will happen. Maybe some people think that cotton candy clouds are too childish and prefer traditional white. Maybe some people think that migrating flowers disturb the quiet and prefer fixed potted plants. But when disagreements arise, people will sit by the river and discuss their views, watching the frosted river water reflecting each other's serious faces. In the end, someone will always suggest with a smile: "Then leave half of the grass to plant flowers, and the other half run will go with the wind."
The last ray of sunlight swept across the river, and the hand that once held the relics tightly was gently brushing the migrating petals. This is not about forgetting, but about embracing new tenderness. The programmer in a lolita dress and the architect with dreadlocks share the same pair of headphones at the bus stop. The fragrance of osmanthus beside the blind path mixes with the laughter of children, making even the differences feel sweet. Some people guard the flower fields, while others chase the wind, but when they look up, they share the same colorful sky. This is probably the world I want to live in. It doesn't have to be perfect, but it makes every life believe that today's peace will grow into tomorrow's certainty, and the most solid connection is hidden in the differences.
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