We All Have Problems
What if I did it wrong?
Maybe I should have spent more time creating the world. I rushed it. Seven days was too quick. I could have made it bigger. Safer. If I have just paid attention to detail and filled in all the cracks and crevasses there wouldn’t be so many earthquakes and volcanic eruptions. The people of Pompeii should have never died. The Chinese schools should have never collapsed. It was all my fault.
And what was I thinking when I released all 10 commandments at once? I should have spread them out over centuries.
I underestimated temptation. Adultery and stealing should have been saved for last.
I wish I could have had a daughter and not just a son. I’m not a sexist. Adam and Eve were supposed to be equal. I just ran out of ribs. Men are no better than women.
If I could do it over, I would create one race of people. So there wouldn’t be so much confusion over race and religion. Nobody was meant to be superior over another. Everyone was supposed to be the same.
I don’t know why I was so impatient. Why I had to do everything right away. I was young and brash. I thought I knew what I was doing. I didn’t. If I could just do it over again, I know I wouldn’t make the same mistakes.
If I just had one more chance, I know I could do it right.
I know I could make the world a better place.
