I used to be certain.
Not just confident or comfortable, but certain in the way only a young person can be when handed a complete system and told it explains everything. I had been taught a theology that divided the world neatly into what was true and what was false. It came with answers for every question that mattered and, more importantly, it came with the assumption that those answers were final.
I didn’t question it. Why would I? It was what I had been given. It felt like truth because it felt like home.
When I listen to people argue about theology now, I often recognize something uncomfortably familiar. I hear the same tone of certainty I once had. I see people defending systems they didn’t build but have fully embraced. They assume their conclusions are objectively true and everything else is objectively wrong.
I understand that mindset because I once lived there.

Social creatures: We heal each other, but start dying when alone
Watching a friend’s happy family makes me feel pangs of jealousy
Outer storms will end, but storms in my heart do lasting damage
The drama of a world gone mad leaves me longing for real peace
Most prizes feel empty, because our real need is for connection
Suicide’s what happens when you can’t find reasons to keep living
It’s best to focus on future, ’cause dead past is a ‘bridge to nowhere’
We’re becoming so selfish that our old ‘social scripts’ are dying
Our inexplicable behavior ‘signals’ to the world who and what we are