Baruch Hou Oubaroukh Shémo!
Blessed be he and blessed be his name.
Thank you God.

I feel good, I would even say that I feel happy. I have everything for me, a wonderful companion who cooks me good food that I love, who takes care of me non-stop. I have nothing to complain about

Of course, sometimes it doesn't go well and you think when will it end? And it does end and everything comes back to life. So much so that I thank God, the same name that I sometimes wonder if he really exists. This same God that is so easy to personify. And I'm sure that many do, because it is our human nature that often refuses to see the thing otherwise than really.

I know that I am touching on a delicate subject, that I will have to make sure that I do not displease the reader, because he is rather down to earth, that is to say not always in a spiritual mood. Indeed, the spirit is there, but we don't think about it.

I recognize the norm. The one that tells me to stay on the straight line that has always existed, in which I was raised by my parents as well as my teachers. Why would I decide not to respect it anymore?

When I was asked the questions: Why do you doubt what your past has taught you? Why do you question the existence of God? My only answer was: It's because of philosophy! And I must admit that philosophy opened my eyes, forcing me to look for answers that I could not find.

I wanted to know more, I wanted to understand better the why of the thing, what my teachers took for granted but which for me remained insoluble and philosophy showed me different ways.

  This reminds me that from a very young age, I taught my children to always ask the question: Why? Because to understand better, one must know. And it is a fact that philosophy has put me on this path. To the point where it often happens that this same philosophy takes you out of your path, that of my first beliefs for example.

To the point where these days, people ask me around me: Do you believe in God?
The question is honest and deserves an honest answer too. I hesitate before answering and end up saying: Sometimes! And I explain myself.

This famous God that we should love and respect does not always come to our rescue. He is not there when we need Him. And yet, we wish so much that he was here, where we are. We say to ourselves, "Where is he? If he is not here, then maybe he doesn't exist.

On the other hand, when good news arrives, something to be satisfied and happy about, we say thank you to God, believing that he has been kind to us, that only he can solve our problem. And we sing a Psalm, a kind of thanksgiving, as if we were greeting and acknowledging him.

 My problem is simple. Having grown up and having learned our religion, I have given it great respect. It often happens that I recite prayers at the end of which I say to myself: Do you believe what you have just recited? The very fact of asking myself this question confuses me.

And this confusion brings me back to this famous philosophy that was at the origin of this whole process. It is a fact. In everything there is good and evil and no one but ourselves must judge. Once this judgment is acquired, thanks to our own intelligence, it is up to us to act as we should and leave aside what 'God' might think.

I just put God aside, letting my own intelligence rule me.
Am I right?
It doesn't matter!
If I'm satisfied, that's what matters.

The fact remains that it is easier to believe in something that cannot be explained than to face the reality before our eyes.  This truth does not satisfy our desires and dreams.

Writing these few words, I dare to believe that I will stir up in each one of us this 'belief' aspect that lives in us and provoke an honest questioning to arrive at a better understanding of our state, of our being.