The more I develop, the more I appreciate the concept of gravity.
Everything has weight. Some things are heavier than others. And the heavier something is, the more it pulls on you.
When I stay close to what’s heavy – faith in Good, honesty, independence, recovery, family – I feel oriented. My decisions have direction because the object is naturally solid. My life has structure in them because reality favors them. In a sense, the good life is simply a natural one, metaphorically in line with the laws of the Universe.
But when I drift away from those things, I feel it immediately. I’m less grounded. More reactive. Harder to control and reclaim.
It’s not just that these things matter. It’s that they hold me in place.
And at the center of it all is God, the heaviest object of all.
Divided Minds 
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