The concept of utopia is not a modern invention. Philosophers for longer than a millennia have theorized on how to shape the world into a perfect society. A utopia in a real sense would be impossible to achieve. Put aside all real functional thoughts for a second. Imagine a world where utopia has been achieved. If society were to achieve utopia, it still wouldn’t be a utopia. Let me explain.

Take it from the man who was granted utopia. After a long yearning for utopia, the man was transported to an alternate world in which utopia existed. What the man experienced on his first day was unlike any feeling of joy he had experienced before. 

The man had already courted a personal entourage, satisfying any wants or needs he may request. He went to the casino and won every hand he played. He was able to run a marathon and win without breaking a sweat. He was able to make any woman he wanted to fall in love with him right away. Life truly was perfect, at least for the first day. 

The days piled on, his entourage continued to follow him, he still won every hand at the casino and he could still achieve anything his heart desired. Something was missing though, something that had been present the first day, but was no longer there inside him. 

One day, as he sat at the casino table, the dealer and the crowd he had gathered started to cheer. The man had won, again. It could have been the hundredth time, maybe the thousandth time, he had lost count. Instead of cheering like he had done so many times before, the man slumped over, and let his face drop into his cupped palms. 

“What’s wrong, aren’t you excited?” a woman from the crowd asked.

“Not anymore,” the man said back in a monotone voice.

The man was stuck in perpetual joy, no longer able to experience a genuine feeling of accomplishment or happiness, what the man had failed to realize before wishing his fate. In the absence of suffering, came the greatest suffering of all.