Maybe this is why fathers matter so much.
Evolution set us up so that biology forces women to be deeply invested in their children from the get-go, whereas men have to make a choice to be so. Maybe there’s something inside us that interprets paternal love as a declaration of worthiness, i.e. if your mom loves you, it just proves you’re human. But if your dad loves you, it proves you’re valuable.
I miss believing the nicer stories.
It was easier to have hope when I believed that Abraham really did see a star that had been lit for me.
The scariest two sentences ever written.
“He’d grown up just like me. My boy was just like me.”
Religious impulses are the hardest to control.
Watching my culture and country mutate into a mass of utopians who believe above all in the perfectibility of the human heart, to the point of dismissing reality, gets more fascinating and terrifying all the time. I will not let it turn me into a worshipping slave—not of an ideology, not of myself, not of anything or anyone else.
It won’t be climate change and it won’t be COVID.
Failure to appreciate the value of freedom is what will kill most of us, if current trends continue.
Reason is all we actually own, or can own.
A life spent dealing with emotions and the consequences of emotions is a life in a self-constructed prison. The keys are in my hand.
What I should be reflecting on.
That the very small group of people I’ve let myself love probably know neither who they are, nor how much I love them. Am I ready to accept that much vulnerability?
(will leave the comments on, for awhile at least)
You are one of the nicer stories.
Tell them you love them. Say it Always and often expecting nothing in return. That’s love and it’s beautiful.
The world would be a better place of more people thought about the big things as much as you do. Agree of disagree, there is a reasoned basis for what you say. Keep going.