This is a really good talk. But it’s also Jordan Peterson, so that’s no surprise.
Soul candle. (Not really related).
“Does that boy know
of the flame that never dies?”
wondered the pastor.
With his godly, holy, perfectly
staunch voice, he told the boy
“My son, do not light the candle,
lest your house burn down
and you sit in ashes,
being abandoned by your flame.”
trusting the pastor,
who always had his house lit righteously,
sat in his house,
no candle lit,
Yet one day,
lit the candle;
and the light of that candle
warmed his home
with a dreamy warmth;
oh how it glowed!
The only thing he
seemed to see
was how it lit
He even thought it could
give light to the soul.
But there came a time
when the flame did rage,
just like the pastor said.
His house did burn down,
enveloped by fiery zeal;
the boy sat in ash,
if he had…
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A very entertaining read. Wait. I mean, this woman is pointing out perceived differences between the biological sexes. I’m triggered.
I deserve flak from my female cohorts. As a young adult, I never got the I-AM-WOMAN-HEAR-ME-ROAR hullabaloo. Why Oprah and devotees, TV shows, and pop culture rattled on about the woman with all the balls up in the air, exhausted in the attempt to satisfy diverse roles. Then I got married.
And became a mother.
The breadth of the tasks in my day-to-day, not to mention the depth, is such that I actually forget a lot of what I do. It is a great much, the littlest things one tends to as a mom.
I tore out a page of our calendar for you. I usually do more lessons, and doctor visits obviously are not a regular affair. But this day was typical in the way it packed one activity right into the next:
Dental checkup 45 minutes away
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But I’m extremely content with that.
I hope cynicism continues to grow within my personality.
I want to be more and more independent…