The Ideal World

Chapter 1: The Ideal Blank

The ideal world is blank. The ideal world is nothing. The ideal world is blank like a very humongous ideal universe of nothing. The ideal world seems to be an ideal prisoner, because no one, not a single idea, set it free. The ideal world has nothing but an ideal universe of pitch black. 

Suddenly, without warning, not even an ideal decibel to be heard, one, so small, so ideally tiny like an ideal atom, an ideal creature sprouted from the ideal place called the 'Ideal Middle of Nowhere.' 

This ideal creature I saw was named 'Idea' by myself, the ideal author. 

There, he cannot be touched, he cannot be seen, he cannot be heard, he cannot be smelled, and he also cannot be tasted; he is an abstract noun that can simply be also an idea just like him. I do not expect on my own ears that he can speak in my real mind while just sitting on a nice, comfy office chair while typing such an ideal book while drinking a nice cup of hot milk with chocolates. 

He said, "Such an ideally awful day! The first day is not an experience! How ironic! How ideally ironic! I am ideally angrier than the angriest creature in the world! Why am I exclaiming myself?! Do I exclaim someone?! No one?! Why?! Ideas, ideas, always ideas! They are not useful! I am not useful! Or should I say, am I useful? No! You are crazy! No one thinks about you! I am angry! My life is ideally devastating! No one would ever think about me again! Never, never, never enough!" 

While he was ideally having his ideal anger while doing an ideal speech, I, the ideal author, was filled with awe for this ideal creature. 

Now, I tried to calm him down but he cannot move on, saying, 'It is fine, my dear ideal creature. Anyway, where do you come from and why I can hear you?' 

Then he angrily said, "Not fine, ideal stranger! No! No! No! Not fine! Came from that Ideal Middle of Nowhere! Such an unlucky idea! Unlucky! Unfortunate! 'Poor, little idea!' they may attack me again in my ideal mind! I want to die! But I cannot die! I'm immortal?! Why! Now, ideal stranger, am I crazy?! Or maybe you are just pretending the way you would be!" 

So I assured him that even if this ideal world is blank, Idea can still manage his time while waiting for someone to at least create his ideal universe, the ideal world rather. 

After around five minutes of our first conversations, his emotions suddenly changed from being angry to a very melancholy tune. 

'How strange!' I thought to myself, but Idea heard it, saying, "What? Am I strange? Why, stranger, you are also strange!" 

Then he suddenly sobs so loud it is actually the sound of an ideal music festival concert! Every time I always say 'I apologize,' he even cries louder like a transverse wavelength. After some 40 minutes, he stopped crying. 

Now, I have a feeling that in the next few weeks, we can be best friends forever and have an ideal friendly date. How sweet! Anyway, I almost forgot to ask if why is he angry about his situation. 

I asked him and he said, "Well, you see, stranger. I am alone. No fellow ideal friends were around me, concerning and loving me like a real family. But still, thank you for naming me 'Idea.' Anyway, let the story be continued. So now you see that I am all alone, I was rapidly accelerated of this ideal maturity within an ideal minute an even have some ideal mental problems that leads to my frustrations on the first day. I'm stressed. So stressed. So ideally stressed!" 

So now, 'What can make Idea feel happier?' I told myself. 

"Maybe you can create your ideal world with everything you can imagine in your mind! Just a suggestion." 

I said. 'Great idea! But, Idea, is it possible that we should know first each other before we can help together create your world? Would you agree my dear friend?'