We Are All Seeds Randomly Scattered by God — Some on Cliff Edges, Some in Greenhouses

Even though I'm a mom, I still feel like a child myself.

I've always felt that "education" can be cruel.

In theory, it should catch every child — whether you run fast or slow, whether you're good at memorizing formulas or drawing pictures, there's a place for you. But in reality? A lot of the time, education does something else: it measures everyone with the same ruler, and then decides who qualifies and who doesn't.

I once attended a church event that moved me a little. I don't remember the details, but the gist was this: God stands on the clouds and casually scatters a handful of seeds. Some fall into fertile soil, some into rock crevices, some drift to the edge of a cliff. The seeds don't get to choose — wherever they land is where they land. But do the ones on the cliff edge stop trying to grow? Not necessarily. Sometimes the grass clinging to the rocks grows tougher than anything in a greenhouse.

So who has the right to mock whom? At the end of the day, we are all seeds thrown out at random. No one is inherently nobler than anyone else.

But people love that feeling, don't they?

That "I'm better than you" feeling doesn't need much evidence — just a comparison. Higher education, a bigger house, better-performing kids — these all become reasons to look down on others. Even though these gaps, frankly, are mostly just differences in where you landed.

I think it's like the devil secretly scattering a bunch of little boxes on the road, each one shiny. Inside each box could be a pervasive sense of superiority, mockery, and contempt for other lives. This temptation is everywhere, and almost everyone who passes by bends down to pick one up, as if by reflex, not even realizing what they're doing.

They pick it up, put it in their pocket, and keep walking, thinking they're just "telling the truth," "making a comparison," "sticking to the facts."

But that seed on the cliff edge — it heard everything.