I’m depressed. I mean it.
I’m staying in one of the most serene neighborhoods—supposedly peaceful—but I find myself at no peace.
People seem to have no true desire for peace—whether they believe in Jesus, Mahmud, or nothing at all. Division excites them. Name-calling draws big crowds. Controversy makes them famous. Hatred feels justified. War fuels their sense of purpose.
Everyone is brainwashed—whether you live in a communist country or a capitalist one, whether you’re religious or not.
We’ve built our world on division, on labels, on causes that blind us to the simple truth: we’re all flawed. Maybe that’s why peace feels so out of reach—because the one thing that could bring it, humility, is the very thing we’re too proud to embrace. People who claim to have humility are often the ones who resist it the most.
Why should I care, anyhow?
What difference does it make if I try to hold on to something better?