I am enamored with thinking and I’m no slouch at it. It’s my favorite past time. I grew up in an uneducated family but not in a dumb one. Albeit they chose a cult over being enamored with thinking.
Thinking was probably too taxing when answers were being offered up on a silver platter. The price to pay was freedom but the promise of an afterlife was nice, and the bonus was nothing more needed to be figured out.
Life was painful and relief was on the menu.
All that to say, I wonder where I’d be if my innate curiosity had been nurtured and not stunted by fundamental religious beliefs?
Or did my fundamentalist, staunch upbringing give me experience and a perspective that provided me a unique opportunity to not only imagine, but to be driven to see things from so many different points of view?
Maybe, the things we think are our disadvantages are, in fact, our great strengths.
