A Story as a Metaphor; Omelas

The city, Omelas, in this story seems to characterize most of the world as we see it today. There is a place where there are all things almost completely void of any feeling or genuine emotions. Much like the world today everybody tries their best to feel as if there is nothing that can make them happy or sad, or angry, because they need, for themselves, to have complete rule over their own emotions. They don’t know what it means to truly love any more; they don’t know what it means to truly care for anything. Because, much like the child in the closet, they justify any act that has even the smallest hint of inhumanity as a necessary evil.

                If there is nothing for which they can look at and feel pity about then there is nothing to feel good about; because without evil there is no good.  If everything in the world was just fine and dandy, then nothing would seem as good as it really truly is. But if you have a moment of darkness, a reminder of cruelty then maybe, just maybe, everything is just that much better, because at least you’re not the one shoved into a closet with no windows, and no floor, with little to no light ever seen at any given time. At least you’ve got other things to think about then why you’re trapped inside a closet covered in your own waste, built up over the years.

                You’ve got a nice little life of your own going on. And the only purpose that those commercials with the dogs in the pound that need your help and the children across the world with no home or family, the only purpose those have for you is to make you feel better about yourself and your life. Because at least you’re not an orphaned child in a third world country