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Finished reading: Abyss by Bethany Adams đź“š
2023-04-22
289 days on Readwise? How? That’s insane…though nothing seems crazier than the number of highlights I have up there.
2023-04-22
Finished reading: Awakening by Bethany Adams
All I can say about this book is that the plot thickens, and this entire series is the complete opposite of predictable. I can’t say any more than that without giving anything away, which I don’t want to do.
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2023-04-26
Let’s Discuss Imagination, Religion, and Truth in 2023: Part I
Let’s Expand My Earlier Talk
earlier today, on my account over [on Faeborn Networks](@kmmoss@social.faebornnetworks.org), I made a thread; in it, I endeavored to discuss the problems of this world from a larger prospective than the typical one that we normally see today; that of politics, racism, and your typical woke BS. Nah, I’m not going to sit here and bore you with that. I see enough of it every single damn day.
Back To Basics
Part of the problem, and while others might have a varying opinion about this, and that’s fine, underlying our society is parenting styles. Let’s talk about children today; and no, I’m not referring to abortion and my opinions on that; that’s a different topic that might or might not be discussed in this space. I have not decided yet. Either way, moving on.
Let’s first get the facts out of the way:
- I am an only child
- I was brought up in a mostly Catholic household
- Catholicism stopped serving me fairly early in my teenage years (you’ll read why in a second.)
Necessary Reforms
As previously stated, there are definitely some things that we can do to improve the world as it currently stands. I made the mistake of feeling hopeless, like there was nothing I could do, too, so I can hopefully begin in this post to help others improve their outlooks on life, the way I have. Primary takeaway? Find your own path. That, right there, is something which I never found the heart to do when I was a teenager, but then, I was finally able to gather the courage to say, “enough is enough.” I realized that all I had been doing is living in the shadow of somebody else; I was loath to continue doing that when I finally became a true (note how I say true, not a legal), adult. When I turned eighteen, frankly, I barely knew anything, and even at 33, going on 34, there’s still a lot of stuff I don’t know, and honestly, there always will be. In the next post, I will proceed to tell the full story of how I broke free from some parts of my upbringing, and how good it felt.
2023-04-27