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+ | ====== Culture War ====== | ||
+ | In general, because we all agree that Christianity is the correct and true religion, Christmas is a hotbed for political conservatives in the west to throw around complaints of increasing inclusiveness. " | ||
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+ | ====== A shift of perspective ====== | ||
+ | Personally for me, I can split Christmas roughly into the two phases of my life. One of wonder and impossible happiness, and one of dry disillusionment and pain.\\ | ||
+ | As children we grow up and it feels like everything revolves around us. It was like this for me on Christmas. As a kid my mother would drive me to my grandparents a few days ahead of Christmas where I would then stay until Christmas while spending time with my grandparents. This alone was already exciting because I undyingly loved being with my grandparents - in fact, most if not almost all of my best memories involve my grandparents, | ||
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+ | However, predictably this wasn't going to last forever. I saw that coming ahead of time and mentally prepared for it so I wasn't hit //that// bad, but obviously this eventually broke down once I understood little bit better the context and reasons why things happened they way they did. I quickly disillusioned and things got... gray. It suddenly didn't feel real anymore. Faked. Forced. As if we went there to have fun because that's the right thing to do, while not actually enjoying ourselves. It became less and less involved over the years and that alone wasn't really a problem. The problem I // | ||
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+ | These days, Christmas is the annual occasion for these thoughts to crop back up into my head; memories of a childhood long past, one that I used to hold in high regards but question more and more; witnessing how the dreams and hopes of my younger self are quietly dying with each year I spend in isolation and, more importantly, |
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