Why are you questioning God? My angel asked me.
Why does God allow such atrocities to happen? I reply with my own question.
Didn't God tell you that you will never understand the Divine plan? My angel says back.
Yes, but... I hesitate, I don't know what to say..
How can so much hatred and dysfunction be part of God's plan? I finally manage to ask.
Life is a complicated thing. My angel smiles at me.
That's it? That's your answer? I feel cheated, almost abused.
There is also good in your world. All you have to do is look for it, and even be it. My angel replies softly.
But why doesn't God stop the madness? I feel myself getting angry.
Why don't humans stop the madness? My angel replies right away.
Because we don't know how... I am defeated.
Then, perhaps, you must go through the madness before you can understand how to get rid of it? My angel suggests.
I don't know how to be good. I mumble quietly.
Yes you do, it's innate in you to know how to be good. My angel says a little louder.
But, how can I save the world? I plead.
You can't. You can only save you and hope that your actions are absorbed by another. My angel touches my shoulder.
Suddenly it was clear, I understood that my role was to just be the best I can be, no more, no less.