Love your neighbor

You shall love your neighbor as yourself.
We're all familiar with this recommendation from the beginning of time. And yet we don't seem to respect it.

What has become of common sense? It too seems to have been forgotten. Today, the world is going very badly. What I'm trying to say is that, apparently, every individual does harm to others. We may ask ourselves why, but we don't understand.

It seems that the more the world modernizes, the more popular these new technologies become, the more we find ways to do harm. Let me give you a simple example. We all have a computer, a smartphone. And these days, they're being sabotaged by intruders who either want to sell us a product, or involve us in their machinations.

I regret to think that common sense is no longer part of our daily lives. So I ask myself: what have we done wrong to deserve such a situation? In other words, why does evil exist? The question may be philosophical, but the important thing is to understand why.

Over time, we've learned that we're all different. But we seem to have a hard time admitting such a fact. It's unfortunate to say, but it seems we're all becoming the victim of a system imposed on us by God, that's who.

The question becomes: how do we confront such a system? And I, who have always believed that we are guided by people smarter than we are.

Where are these people? What happened to intelligence? I can't stop thinking about it, to the point of making myself sick - is that a good thing? I doubt it!

I'm looking for a way to influence the masses, yes, the masses, because it's they who are suffering. Should I tell them that all this is temporary, that it will pass like so many other things, because we have lived through so many situations throughout history, and we are still here.

Is it any consolation that we're still here? I don't think so, if I consider that we're a little unhappy. Yes, that's not one of the best words to use when I see around me so many problems caused by none other than an individual like myself.

How can I find the means to rejoice? To think that all is well in this wonderful world, when I realize that all is not as well as I would have wished. But then I can stop thinking and believe that everything will take care of itself. Is this the right answer? I doubt it!

I've just written about ten paragraphs, and realize that I haven't made much progress or found an answer that could satisfy either me or the other. Should I give up? That would be too easy!

These days, I read a lot, hoping to find in the written word an answer, however small, that might calm me down a bit. Yes, I've always loved philosophy. Sometimes it has helped me, but mostly it has distanced me from my original beliefs. It has introduced me to people since the dawn of time whose words of wisdom have made me appreciate life a little more. For life is what it's all about.

So I'm going to stop here, having run out of convincing ways of satisfying myself. I love to read, and above all I love to write These two modes have become a little more than a satisfaction, I'd even say a duty. I take refuge in this activity, discovering a hobby I enjoy.

Sometimes, I wish to be read, in case some of my writings might please, and perhaps help the reader if he or she is feeling a bit down, also looking for an answer.

Finally, I'll end with a little phrase I found in C.S. Lewis's "Learning to Die", which reads: "All absurd questions without answers".