It’s not that I’m immoral. It’s not even that I’d like to be unethical. I think it’s just that my brain is weak.
In high school I was on the debate team, but every time I’d get up to speak I’d convince myself of a different side.
I applaud my 16-year-old brother’s staunch affirmation of global warming and predestination despite all rational arguments we devil’s advocates throw at him, because I’ve never had such firm beliefs.
I know God exists. I know he loves me. But on the finer things, I it’s hard for me to say.
I have a hard time knowing where to stand, or how to draw the line. I’ve never seen the world in black and white, and my strength of being able to see the other person’s side is also a crippling weakness. There are things that some far corner of my cerebellum condemns, but that don’t seem to be attested to by my actions.
How much can the line be blurred before it isn’t a line at all?