I was just talking to a friend who felt guilty that he had done some pretty fun stuff with a random girl this weekend.
But what is wrong with that? It was fun and didn’t hurt anybody. Isn’t it our understood goal to strive for comfort, eliminate pain, and draw the most pleasure from life before we die? Then why do we feel guilty?
Maybe there is a deeper world, operating on a different standard hidden beneath this thin layer of sod. And maybe something in us knows that the seeds we plant in this world are rooting themselves in a more permanent kingdom. And maybe in that kingdom we don’t do things for the mere purpose of bringing pleasure. We do them because they are right, and noble, and beautiful, and being recorded for all time, like the things movies are made of. And the pleasure we love to feel will be the natural symptom of living a life we were made to live long before this world began.