But I was sorely shocked and disappointed how many people struggle with uncertainty and conflict about “being good.” Like, I get maybe meeting someone in your life who has this issue and finds religion or something as a coping tool for an absolute mental crashout, but I’ve known a handful of people I couldn’t talk to anymore because every fucking topic finds a way to loop back around to their spiritual affirmations about how [remotely negative topic or concept] is okay and fine because [insert echoed gospel about letting deity/parental supplement figure into your heart] and then the only people they can be comfortable around are members of that group as well who won’t challenge them or argue against the narrative. It’s like losing people to disease.
I don’t get how you can worry so much about if you’re “good” or be so terrified of dying that you have to believe in something outside of yourself. Like, why? Isn’t it profound enough that you’re at the center of a completely massive and awesome subjective experience that evolves through time and space?
You’re it. All there is. This is is all you baby. Yeah, you specifically reading this.
The discomfort you feel is accountability, it’s knowing your actions impact others by choice or not. It’s fine. Let it marinate. You stop despairing eventually and start finding new experiences and joy and every moment feels a little more special because you know how unique in all the infinite universe that one particular moment is. It starts to feel better to make other people’s moments better and then you understand what “good” is.
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But I was sorely shocked and disappointed how many people struggle with uncertainty and conflict about “being good.” Like, I get maybe meeting someone in your life who has this issue and finds religion or something as a coping tool for an absolute mental crashout, but I’ve known a handful of people I couldn’t talk to anymore because every fucking topic finds a way to loop back around to their spiritual affirmations about how [remotely negative topic or concept] is okay and fine because [insert echoed gospel about letting deity/parental supplement figure into your heart] and then the only people they can be comfortable around are members of that group as well who won’t challenge them or argue against the narrative. It’s like losing people to disease.
I don’t get how you can worry so much about if you’re “good” or be so terrified of dying that you have to believe in something outside of yourself. Like, why? Isn’t it profound enough that you’re at the center of a completely massive and awesome subjective experience that evolves through time and space?
You’re it. All there is. This is is all you baby. Yeah, you specifically reading this.
The discomfort you feel is accountability, it’s knowing your actions impact others by choice or not. It’s fine. Let it marinate. You stop despairing eventually and start finding new experiences and joy and every moment feels a little more special because you know how unique in all the infinite universe that one particular moment is. It starts to feel better to make other people’s moments better and then you understand what “good” is.