A Question
Lately, I feel as if something is wrong. Wrong at a fundamental level.
When I look at the world, I see immense suffering—violence, loss, despair—and the usual explanations no longer make sense. Ideas like divine play, illusion, karma, or eventual liberation feel hollow when set against the scale of pain people endure every day.
Even the idea of God appearing in human form now seems limited. At times it feels as though even God is caught in the problem.
I keep wondering what enlightenment actually resolves. If one person awakens, billions still suffer. New lives enter the same cycle. Any private experience of bliss begins to feel wrong—almost selfish—while so many are crying out.
I have a good life, and even small difficulties affect me deeply. When I think of what others endure, I cannot reconcile that with claims of infinite mercy or power. If God is everywhere, then God is also present in all of this.
Meaning itself feels thin. The days repeat. The promise of liberation no longer inspires. I do not see an end to suffering, and I cannot understand why, if there is infinite compassion, this unnecessary drama continues. Continue reading

