I had this feeling sweep over me today. It was a passing moment, but it lingers inside my mind. Life is not as beautiful as we like to believe. We look through sugar-coded glasses, that see only what we think is real; but is there hope in something that surpasses this entire world? Can we reach a higher ground, which we are not bound to our human tendencies? Security, I reach out to this belief. Yet I have trouble grasping it in full. One would like to believe in tenderness, forgiveness, and redeption, just as one would like not to believe in sin, retribution, hell or damnation. Yet our children sit in classrooms and watch the world explode. They peak through their covers at night to make sure they are intacted. Alive.
I look around
Doesn't society make it easy?