When I was a child, I expected the world to make sense. Because I believed that, I saw reason. I saw patterns. I saw order.
The longer I live, the more those patterns look like chaos and randomness to me. Over the course of my adult life, I’ve had to throw away so many things I was taught as objective truth. The more of my certainty I’ve had to give up, the more fragile and scary life feels.
The uncertainty makes me feel disoriented. The feeling makes me long for the solidity of my previous certainty — but I can’t close my eyes to the chaos, because it appears to be the truth.

Economic Man needs no heart, because love and God are dead
Narrow focus causes one to see a specific tree and miss the sunset
We live in Reverse World, where black is white and good is evil
FRIDAY FUNNIES
Major parties compete to see who can tell the biggest lie about jobs
After years of wasting my life, sands of time are slipping away
Warning: Don’t trust in politicians; they’re always going to disappoint
Loss of everything you value can be a new beginning, not the end