The thing about utopia is how imperfect and broken it is. With ridding life of pain, of conflict, of disagreement, we take away so much. We take away joy, and love, and color. We take away choice.
Some believe that with choice, we always choose wrong. Look at Adam and Eve. They had the choice to live forever, and instead chose knowledge and death. Is it because they didn’t have all the facts? We may not ever know. But maybe that’s okay. So many of us say that if it were us, knowing what we know now, we would have chosen differently. I’m not so sure that this is true.
I would love to rid the world of its corruptness. I would love to end all wars and hunger and racism and all of that. However, this may never be possible. Not because people always choose wrong, but because the wrong choices sound the loudest.
If someone never knew pain, lived in a world without pain, and was surrounded by people who only knew the same, then once pain arrived it would scream in their face. Everyone would feel it. And to stop it, more pain would arise. Or maybe it wouldn’t.
All I know is that the world is fallen, that I am fallen. All I know is that I am redeemed. All I know is that this all can be washed clean. If only we would make the choice.