There is something to be said for living as a human being. We are creatures capable of unspeakable horror and intense compassion. Immense pain and incredible love. The same orifice that conveys empathy holds a biting tongue with sinister intentions.
Maybe here lies why we emphasize guilt. We find “humanity” in our ability to feel bad. to feel…sorry. But chances that we will repeat the same course of action remain remarkably high for such a heartfelt apology.
So this human condition is not a continuous stream of positivity (believe it’s safe to make that assumption). But we can’t just wallow in our innate characteristics. We are able to rise above them. We have to rise above them. We take time out to be selfless. Giving. Faithful.
Which leads to a multitude of questions about the strength of the human condition but one comes to mind now: what about doubt?
Doubt is not random. It…
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