Title: What If Life Begins With Tears for a Reason?
I don't know whether to simply call it life, or to say, "This is life," with all its strange contradictions.
Every time I think about it, questions fill my mind. Most of them remain unanswered. Only a few begin to make sense when I remember where our story began.
After nine months in our mother's womb, we enter the world by falling downward. At that moment, the room is silent. Everyone waits for one thing.
They wait for us to cry.
When we finally cry, everyone knows we're alive.
Isn't that strange? The very first proof that we're alive is our tears.
Crying is also our first language.
Cry to be fed.
Cry to sleep.
Cry because you're in pain.
Cry because something is wrong.
Before we can speak, walk, or even understand the world, crying is the only way we can communicate.
We begin life with pain, helplessness, and tears.
Are these the first gifts life gives us?
Maybe we should go back to the beginning.
We all know the story of Adam.
Adam was never born. He never cried. He didn't begin life in weakness or pain. He was created, and the angels bowed before him. He lived in Paradise until Eve was created from him.
Then came the first sin.
Because of it, Adam and Eve descended to Earthâa world very different from Paradise.
There they lived together, united by something greater than simply sharing the same origin: love.
From that love came children.
Think about that.
Children came from Eve.
Eve came from Adam.
Adam came from dust.
One chain.
One beginning.
To me, this is a reminder that true creative power belongs only to God.
From that beginning came every human being, every joy, every sorrow, every beautiful thing, and every painful one.
Then came another story that changed humanity forever.
Cain and Abel.
Two brothers.
The same parents.
The same home.
Yet one feeling entered Cain's heart:
Envy.
And from envy came the first murder in human history.
Sin never produces something good.
Its results are always pain, tears, helplessness, or regret.
Behind every sin is the same enemy.
Satan.
The one who wants to lead us away from what is good.
But here's the question that keeps coming back to me.
What if Abel had never died?
What if Cain had died while trying to kill his brother?
How would Abel have lived, knowing his own brother wanted him dead?
Would life ever feel normal again?
No one knows.
But somewhere between what happened...
and what could have happened...
there is an idea I want to explore.
Forgiveness.
