Things Trying to Be Read

Animal Farm
George Orwell
Surely many of us have read it but how many lived it?
I am one of those. Born in a post revolution war-torn society, I witnessed dramatic changes taking away our ideal of a free and just country and leading toward an Animal Farm style society instead.
Living our life we all have some ideals which gave us the power to go on. But there comes times when you witness your ideal disappear without being able to do anything. That's when you feel unfilled, empty from inside.
Then two options arise. One is to be Old Major and preach; maybe someday someone will materialize your dreams of a fair society, though you are witnessing the fall of the dream of a previous Old Major. But to be an Old Major, you ought to be hopeful for future generation.
The second is to be Boxer and work; to build a better society and to help the dream of others come true. Work but never look back; you're to go on dreaming that your help makes the fair and strong society come nearer.
Both do not materialize their own dream; instead they are working to help the others do the job.
I have witnessed many of these kinds beside others like Clovers, Snowballs, Pinchers, and even Moses who try to facilitate the happiness of others.
But this was true only when my eyes were just learning to read the society. Then I only knew sacrifice in an equal fair society. All were to save a new born revolution from external and internal attacks with no eye on whether they remain or die for it. They recognized the ideal of revolution more important than themselves to prevail.
Then my eyes came to see the differences. There emerged some Napoleons. Propagating news of conspiracy and fear they defied the ideal of equality in favor of "persisting revolutionary dreams that all should help come true". There began the story of their superiority over others not due to their personal advantages, they said, but because they were crucially needed to materialize that sweat world of fairness. They were in danger of Snowballs and needed more guards.
They remained not due to the guards but because Boxers remained. There were still those who thought working harder will make a better society and so they have no need to think about it until there remain Napoleons.
This is the case in my society that I think is no more miserable than many others in this part of the world.

This was not to narrate the story of my society or its resemblance of Animal Farm; instead I just wanted to show you how it feels to live a fiction. Now we have reached the end of story. We "looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again: but already it was impossible to say which was which".
You know, reading this story I remember days when we were told ideals were not those we remembered but those they told us. Some of you may never experience how it feels being told "work and resist to materialize the ideal of your fathers" when you see it melting in the face of everybody. Nobody remembers a bit of it let alone fighting for it.
All are in the middle of nowhere. Nobody cares where he lives or for what he lives. We are empty and all know it. No body tries to fill nor does anybody try to be filled.
We executed our Snowball long time ago but still await him to return, maybe he will save us.
To be continued…