There is a new village, I don't know in any district, I don't know in any province, I don't know what country. But, what is the need for territorial boundaries between districts / cities, if they only make people accuse each other of causing flooding, for example? What is the need for national borders, if that causes the population to be involved in disputes.
Back to the matter of the new village. The roads are smooth, shaded by shady trees, and lively with thousands of kinds of flowers filling the many gardens everywhere. The house is all luxurious. The entire population of the rich moved from the city center.
They have all been restless for a long time because of a life that has become so complicated: every time they are trapped in traffic, every time they are gripped by intrigue, every time they are exposed to gossip, and every time they never sleep soundly because thieves and robbers never stop peeking. And, every time you are nervous, you are haunted by the corona virus, which can take lives at any time.
So a new, comfortable village was created. A settlement free from traffic jams, theft-free, gossip-free, virus-free, and even free from political exposure. So all the rich people flocked there.
To further complement the comfort, rich people only came in pairs, husband and wife only. Meanwhile, their children are left in the city center. Thus, their life is completely free from the affairs of children which sometimes hurt their heads.
Every weekday the residents of the village just shop at the mall which is also available there, watch movies, do fitness exercises, take a leisurely walk on a special street that is cool and comfortable, have a drink in a peaceful cafe, or chat in a beautiful and charming meeting hall.
But, some time later, one of the women who lived in the new village began to feel something wrong. He feels that the life they live from day to day is no longer like life in the real world, but somewhere in the world. "Life here is not normal. Life here is inhuman. Life here is inhuman, ”she shouted, then left, returning to the city center which was bustling from morning to morning reappearing.
The story above never existed in the real world, but only in a film. However, it is not just an empty story. But it is a picture that life on earth cannot possibly be ordered to resemble life in heaven. In essence, even a mere fragment of heavenly life turns out to be unable to fit all human beings who are still alive on earth.
Therefore, don't be too worried if we are trapped in traffic every day. Don't be too upset if every day we discover that corruption has not been completely eradicated. Don't be too annoyed if every day our eating comfort is disturbed by a little beggar who smells fishy.
Do not be too worried if every day the street vendors still sell their products at will. And don't even worry if every day there are still many people who are proud to sin.
The problem was earlier: we all still live in this world today, not in a far away heaven in another realm. We can indeed make a slice of heaven on earth, but it will never be the same as the paradise of the Most Rich God at the end there.
Good article. Carry on