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Lowkey hurts when people stop giving you kudos on Strava
*NOTE* not actually affiliated with the Vatican
That is true
For now
every mercenary company has got that guy who insists he should fight with two daggers... bro get back in formation and pick up your pike
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I struggle to accept peace because I associate it with death while associating chaos and strife with life
This isn’t meant to be some kind of based radtard screed rather a lament about how my inner world has become shaped over my life
I have had a lot of weird or awkward interactions with friends lately, both close and less close.
Something’s off….
About 4 years ago my life changed a lot. One of the ways it changed was becoming much more devoted to and disciplined in physical endeavors and sports than I had been in quite some time. It was invaluable for my mental health after a lot of things that happened.
Unfortunately in the process I injured myself and over time it became apparent that injury will require major surgery that will keep me out of those things for the better part of a year, though I will bounce back.
I confess to fear not only of what’s about to happen but of losing arguably my biggest source of calm and clarity for a long time. I fear the difficulty of the adaption I’m about to have to make. But it will simply have to be a new era of spiritual and mental strength.
Keep me in your thoughts or prayers as you please.
I'm actually from Baltimost, Merrierland so forgive me if I'm less than impressed
I believe that the human belief in God, in many ways, stems from our need for a stable sense of identity. We have a couple of different sources of identity: one is how we define ourselves, but that self-definition is inevitably filtered through our own insecurities, anxieties, aspirations, and the things we want to be. Nobody introduces themselves by saying, “Hey, I’m Bruce, and I’m weak, vain, selfish, and careless,” even though all of us, at times, have those traits and recognize them in ourselves and others.
By the same token, other people’s definitions of us are also flawed, because they see us through their own insecurities, hopes, and fears. No matter how close they are—whether they’re your parents, your spouse, or your siblings—they can’t have a fully rational or completely objective definition of who you are.
The only theoretical observer who could truly understand us objectively is God. And so, the belief in God often aligns with our longing for a universe that is orderly and understandable—a universe in which we, too, can be fully known and loved for who we truly are. In many ways, believing in God is like wagering that the universe is such a place—one where we have inherent value and can extend that same understanding and compassion to others
In a language that contains words like devotion, passion, enthusiasm, love, fascination, obsession, etc., I can’t help but regret this tendency to cram all those meanings into "hyperfixation," a word which manages to pathologize and medicalize the act of having interests.