April 21, 2024
Dear Diary,
I closed the door on the good lord and renounced any piety the day my ideal was pronounced as only a dream. Maybe in my nuance I lost the scraps of certainty I could've leaned on. Sometimes I condemn my own doubts, how easy it would all be if no questions would come plaguing the simple thought of believing in some truth.
Absolutism seems easy, strong, reliable, the will of a man who believes he will be saved no matter what, oh the things he can accomplish.
I seem to deal only in hesitation and distrust, I often wonder who I would be if I didn't posess the soul of a being incapable of unambiguity.
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