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.

Do we choose to be free people? Or will we live as slaves to mobs?
Spoiled brat sues White Castle because he can’t fit into a booth
The things we regret the most show us what we really value
Media bias: ‘They can state the facts while telling a lie’
I have a history of ignoring signs that warn me it’s time for change
Creators must be wary of making propaganda or work for own ego
If you’re out of place somewhere, nobody’s going to be very happy
Goodbye, Emily (2009-2015)
My love of ‘fur friends’ stems from the callousness I saw in my father