Utopia, a notion that originates from a pure pursuit for the ideal world and has been attached with many negativities because of extreme politics and religions, maybe nothing but a far-fetched delusion. Yet, the world of humanities needs a man. A long-haired and bearded vagabond man in rags carries his guitar, singing the melodies that only belong to himself and his love of life, be it a dog or a woman, without worrying about how the rest of the world deems him. He doesn't know such a need for recognition from the rest world, neither does he care. He, at that moment of eternity, is just being himself--a glimmer of hope to remind us to remember who we really were, are, and shall be.
Impossible at it seems, hidden in-depth as it is, utopia has always been in the genes of humanities.