Self: The empty Journey

Self: The empty Journey

The strong voice of the preacher penetrated the quietness and resounded across the room. His words were so powerful that they seemed to penetrate the strong sturdy walls of the room… ‘I say to you, Love your neighbor as yourself.’ His animated gestures reflected the fervency of his heart.

If only he could see the walls beyond the room; the barriers in the heart of men; the voice of the mind and the questions that nature raised.

Out of the stillness, a voice screamed...’how do I love my neighbor when I do not love myself?' Yes the voice of reason spoke out.

In that split second, the focus of men shifted, and people sought for answers because of the appeal it made to their nature. Everyone forgot about the neighbor the preacher spoke of. The scramble for gratification became intense, and self became magnified. Oh how men sought and fought, shoved and strived, lied and manipulated, even maimed and killed to get their own way.

In the quest for self, the satisfaction each man sought for eluded their reach. Just a little more, they thought, till days became years, and tears became rivers of blood. Then the ground opened up and received each one…empty!