A Better Place

There was a man who decided to tell people he wanted to be a writer. He tried day and night but could not get anything he wrote published. Then something happened.  He found a manuscript in a satchel his wife purchased for him at a flea market. He read it that night and wept at its beauty. Oh, how he wished he could write like that. Secretly, he typed it up and then offered it to a publisher as his own. The publisher was amazed at the manuscript and wanted to publish right away. So, the man became a famous writer.

What is important to understand is that the man did not really have any interest in writing.  He wanted something else. Something he lacked. He wanted only the results of being a published writer as set out by the culture he served. He proved that when he stole the manuscript.

So, why are we doing things we do not really have an interest in? Why are we looking outside ourselves for approval and validation? Why do we want to be loved?

We are lonely.

Why are we lonely?

We do not feel love.

Where is love?

Inside us.

How much?

An ocean.

Furthermore, had the man not stolen he would still be lonely. So, to judge him to be a thief is ridiculous and futile. He is sad. He must find the love in his own heart.  When he does, he will begin doing what he is truly interested in doing. We must help him. We must find it in our hearts to help him. Only in that way will the world become a better place.