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.

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Insane incentives create insane results as kids are paid to attend classes
The plan sounded fair at the time, but why did I pay for everything?
If you vote, you’re my real enemy — no matter who gets your vote
We already know what’s right, but we choose our lusts instead
As I quietly watch my world burn, I’m painfully aware this isn’t fine
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Idiots in Congress haven’t heard of ‘law of unintended consequences’
This burning question divides us: Why can’t you people be like me?