Is this question “Why?” the most asked question of all time?
From childhood, people are curious: “Why?”
Well, “Why not?”
Growing up, I didn’t learn to ask why.
I learned to ask why not.
“Why not it be real?”
“Why not stay skinny forever?”
When people ask “Why?” I think they are limiting themselves to the possibilities.
Of course, it’s personal opinion and all.
There’s nothing I can do or say to convince people otherwise.
It’s all a matter of perspective.
Perspective depends on if the person can see or not.
What if a blind person, blind from birth, never know that he has eyes meant to see?
I think that’s what’s happened to most people now.
They are satisfied with living in blindness, thinking it is all that there is, darkness.
Instead of asking “why”, I call you out to ask “why not?” as well.
Why do you see things the way you see things?
Why do you see somethings as “good” and somethings as “bad”?
Why do you see evil in this world?
By seeing “evil”, you’re assuming there’s “good”.
So by what standard do you define “good”?
By what standard do you define “purposeful”?
If there are “purposeful” things, then there are “purposeless” things as well.
What do you see as “important”?
Is that really important?
And do you betray what you see as “good” and “purposeful” and “important”?
If you do, then by your own “standards”, you have absence of “good”.
Absence of good, is evil.
Just like cold is not the opposite of heat, but just the lack of heat.
Just like darkness is not the opposite of light, but just the lack of light.
Evil is the not the opposite of good, but just the lack of good.
So do whatever you would like.
If there is no justice in the world, do whatever you would like.
It’s pretty easy to get away with stuff.
But somehow, there is guilt still.
Why is there guilt?
Because the judgement is done.
Who judges a person?
The One who created the standards.
He who made us to run on Him as our fuel.
He who made everything good before the absence of good entered the world.
He who made the perfect laws of natural and supernatural world.
Why am I even writing this?
Who will write this if not I?
Surely someone else can and/or will write something like this.
But no one will write it exactly like I do.
So I write.
Now back to the story.
Now mankind broken perfection of the world, so mankind would perish.
Yet, He who made the world, loves.
And through that love, He died, taking the form of human, meanwhile still being God.
And rose again, with his human body, so all mankind can rise again with Him.
So dead bones will be filled with life.
I must sleep now.
Why not pray and ask God to prove it to you?
It’s easy to look for what you like, but it’s harder to look for what it’s true.
Why not question what you believe now?
I dare you to question.
You don’t even need to say anything out loud.
Do it with your heart.