How Omelas Changed My Life
This day couldn't have come sooner. For all of my existing life that i’ve been programed and been taught of what happiness is worth ,in the city of Omelas. I never really understood it. Living in Omelas, life was good, and still is to this day. I would describe Omelas as the happiest place in the world. On second thought, for all my life i’ve lived in Omelas and has never set foot outside of this city. One of my buddies, Mark and i have been friends since we were about four or five. We grew up near the town hall was where our parents restricted Mark and i from going towards the building where the child is kept. At age twelve or so, mark and i started to learn about the towns rituals and laws. As citizens of Omelas everyone who lived under
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The first lesion was to comply to authority, second was, to not question authority, and third, emotions are a side effect of weakness. These were the rules that we lived and breathed every moment of the day. If one dared to break the rules of Omelas, they would simply disappear. No talk through the community or anything, that person would simply just disappear and no one would question this phenomenon. On March 20th, Mark and Anthony packed all the things that the could possibly pack, which was a toothbrush and a couple of old raggedy shirts. After they collected their belongings they shoved everything it into a plastic bag and left there “happy” Omelas. As much as i can pretend to be happy by leaving Omelas, there is a feeling that is indescribable inside my heart that tells me otherwise. I mean at least i’m with my best bud Mark, right? It was a two mile journey out of Omelas and we are exhausted, nothing is visible and exciting to look forward to anymore. Visually nothing is appealing in this journey that was supposed to be a ticket to heaven. With each step, my feet dreaded every inch that we spent apart from Omelas. With nothing to eat, Mark and i settled under a tree for the night. Before going to sleep, Mark and i had a conversation of what we want out of this trip and exploration. As the conversation is happening Mark is doubting himself as the words come out of his mouth and re thinked why this trip was necessary
The first lesion was to comply to authority, second was, to not question authority, and third, emotions are a side effect of weakness. These were the rules that we lived and breathed every moment of the day. If one dared to break the rules of Omelas, they would simply disappear. No talk through the community or anything, that person would simply just disappear and no one would question this phenomenon. On March 20th, Mark and Anthony packed all the things that the could possibly pack, which was a toothbrush and a couple of old raggedy shirts. After they collected their belongings they shoved everything it into a plastic bag and left there “happy” Omelas. As much as i can pretend to be happy by leaving Omelas, there is a feeling that is indescribable inside my heart that tells me otherwise. I mean at least i’m with my best bud Mark, right? It was a two mile journey out of Omelas and we are exhausted, nothing is visible and exciting to look forward to anymore. Visually nothing is appealing in this journey that was supposed to be a ticket to heaven. With each step, my feet dreaded every inch that we spent apart from Omelas. With nothing to eat, Mark and i settled under a tree for the night. Before going to sleep, Mark and i had a conversation of what we want out of this trip and exploration. As the conversation is happening Mark is doubting himself as the words come out of his mouth and re thinked why this trip was necessary