I’m going to say something that shouldn’t be controversial but will be. If you are a Christian, you can support border control and immigration being legal vs illegal. You CANNOT celebrate deportations and get off on the cruelty, and be a real Christ follower. Period
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President Trump called the woman pictured below a “loser” for being captured. Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth and DOGE ordered her service history to be deleted from the Department of Defense archives because she was “DEI” and “woke.”
Ruby Bradley was serving as an Amy nurse in the Philippines when she was taken prisoner just weeks after t…
It’s interesting, Substack feels like being in a country with very low inflation and a strong currency compared to other platforms.
The currency of course is engagement instead of money. There are far fewer likes and comments on here compared to the things I share on other parts of the internet, but they feel so much more substantial.
TikTok – and Instagram becoming like TikTok – devalued likes/views to such a degree that even massive numbers feel meaningless and empty. YouTube is somewhere in the middle but the inclusion of Shorts is pulling it in that direction.
And yet even just 10 people enjoying what I wrote on here feels amazing.
Maybe this says more about me than anything, but I’d rather 1 person spend 10 minutes reading what I wrote than 1,000 people liking something they’ll forget in 10 minutes.
Totally agree. I’ve found the platform a breath of fresh air to know I can come to Substack and genuinely slow down, breathe, take time to immerse myself in wholesome thought provoking writing or lose myself in amazing photography of nature. Connecting feels truly like, well, connecting.
Substack feels like a rare gem where meaningful engagement matters more than fleeting likes, and I’d take 10 people genuinely appreciating my work over 1,000 likes that fade in minutes.
sometimes i wonder how many versions of myself i’ve outgrown without even noticing. i look back at old photos and remember the thoughts i used to carry, the dreams i thought would save me. it’s strange how you can live inside yourself every day and still not realize you’re evolving. it’s only when you look back that you realize how far you’ve come, how many lives you’ve already lived in the same skin.