The Fry’s left around 7pm and I smelled like fish. I figured I had time to go downtown and listen to the second half of my literature class. I waited for the class break at 7:30, got in the classroom and sat with some friends. I hadn’t missed much they said.

People did a presentation on the book Utopia by Thomas Moore and at the end they asked us, “So, what is utopia for you?” The professor had just taken a gulp of water and choked in hearing the question (which was quite funny and he laughed too). I listened to people talk about their own ideas of a perfect world and happiness. I knew I had something to say about utopia (especially that I had described God’s utopia, my hope to the friend sitting next to me just a few days ago). There was this redundancy in people’s comments, that man tried to create utopia through the centuries and even individual utopia, but man had never reached it, it always got destroyed somehow. A colleague behind me was saying that the problem was that the world was constantly changing, so when we were about to reach utopia (a very good world or society or, etc.) times changed and so it didn’t work anymore. I raised my hand not exactly sure what I was going to say, but I knew I had to come back to my colleague’s comment. I said that the problem was not that the world kept changing - the problem laid in the reality that imperfect people simply cannot create anything perfect, so it was no surprise that we could not reach utopia by own on efforts. I continued by telling them that real utopia is to go back to the garden of Eden (we’d touched that a little earlier), real happiness and utopia would happen in a city that God Himself made and rule over. I didn’t get any further and people started lowering the standard to happiness, all of the sudden we were not talking about a perfect world, but a good enough world with lots of individuality that gave us enough freedom but made us live in a way that wouldn’t hurt the people around us (impossible to achieve, they confessed it).

I’m pretty sure most people probably thought, “Ah, religion again” and thought my ideas were quite ridiculous and out of this world. It is tough to live in a world that has no thoughts for God. I pray that some people will think about what I said, even though it was very little.

I happened to get out of the building with a guy I hadn’t talked in a long while and we realized we lived sort of near each other, so we walked and took the metro together, chatting about life, utopia and how selfish people are. We talked about divorce and love. I explained to him that most people nowadays didn’t know much about love - barely a feeling - and how in Hebrew they have like five words for the word love, each carrying a different side of love. I couldn’t remember them all, but we had a good time chatting about love being much more than the feeling itself.

I am quite thankful to God that I decided to go to university instead of staying home, even if I just got half the class. It seems that God puts new people in my life or good conversations these days, people I can pray for.