26 April, 2025

Faith as a Survival Tool: How the New World Held on to Belief

 

Faith is often seen as a matter of culture, tradition, or personal choice. But history shows us another face of faith: its role as a brutal, practical tool for survival.

When early colonists crossed the oceans to settle the New World, they faced a reality unlike anything their ancestors had known. Vast, unmapped territories. Unknown diseases. Hostile environments. Uncertain tomorrows. Their familiar world collapsed into a daily fight against fear, loss, and death.

In such conditions, faith became more than theology or ritual.

It became armor against despair.

Prayer, belief in divine protection, and a sense of cosmic order gave these colonists psychological shelter when no earthly comfort was available. Churches were not just places of worship; they were the first community centers, courts, and schools. Faith welded people into functioning societies when everything else fell apart.

This survival-driven faith did not vanish with time. It hardened into tradition, passed from parent to child, reinforced by community life and education. Even after the immediate dangers receded, the deep imprint of "faith as a survival tool" remained.

Today, we see the lasting effects. In many New World colonies, belief remains stronger, deeper, and more culturally dominant than in their old-world motherlands.

  • In the United States, 63% of people say religion is important in their lives, compared to just 23% in the United Kingdom. (Source: Pew Research Center, "The Future of World Religions," 2015)
  • In Mexico, about 78% of the population identifies as Catholic, while in Spain, this number drops to around 58%. (Source: Statista, "Share of Catholics in Spain," 2023; "Religion in Mexico," 2023)
  • In Brazil, over 80% identify as Christian, compared to Portugal, where about 77% identify as Catholic, but practicing rates are significantly lower. (Source: Pew Research Center, "Religion in Latin America," 2014)

The old countries evolved into more secular societies as stability returned. But in the colonies, faith was never just inherited — it was earned through terror and hardship.

Faith as a survival tool. Raw, simple, and real.

And its legacy is still kicking.

19 April, 2025

Where Law Fails, Chaos Waits

 

A disturbing truth lies beneath the surface of civilization: a significant portion of people refrain from antisocial acts not because they believe such acts are wrong, but because they fear the consequences. Remove the threat of punishment, and the thin layer of order begins to crack. Strip away accountability, and beneath the skin of society, chaos stirs.

All nations function through punitive systems carefully designed to contain this hidden threat. It is not idealism that holds the world together; it is fear — fear of the police, of the judge, of the jailer. Without the apparatus of punishment, the savage instincts of man would reassert themselves in the open.

There are two forces at play: internal morality, and external control. Some individuals act correctly because they are guided by conscience, a belief in right and wrong rooted deep within them. But many more — perhaps more than a third of all people — behave because they are watched, and fear what would happen if they are caught. External morality binds them. It is a leash tied not to the soul, but to the consequences they dread.

Fear of punishment is not limited to laws and courts. In small, rural communities, where everyone knows everyone and reputations travel faster than fire, shame acts as a powerful deterrent. A stolen chicken, a cruel word, a broken promise — all of them can destroy a man’s standing for years. But as humanity clustered into great, impersonal cities, shame lost its teeth. In urban anonymity, the old restraints faded, and antisocial acts multiplied.

Evidence of this fragile balance appears every time law enforcement falters. During social unrest, when the police are overwhelmed and cannot be everywhere at once, looting, violence, and destruction break out almost instantly. Businesses are burned, homes ransacked, strangers attacked. It is not a sudden transformation; it is a revelation — the truth laid bare when consequences vanish.

The same revelation plays out daily on the internet. Once shielded by anonymity, ordinary people unleash torrents of cruelty, hatred, and abuse they would never dare utter face-to-face. No one punches you for an insult online. No one knows your name. And so, freed from consequence, the demons come out to play.

This grim reality was understood centuries ago. Thomas Hobbes warned that without a powerful authority — a Leviathan — human life would collapse into brutality.
"In the state of nature," he wrote, "the life of man is solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short."
Civilization, then, is a dam against an ever-rising tide.

The idea of the Thin Blue Line — that society teeters on the edge, kept upright only by law enforcement — stems from this same truth. Police do not merely solve crimes; they prevent the explosion of criminal instincts waiting underneath.

Psychology offers its own warnings. Deindividuation shows that in groups, or under anonymity, individuals feel less responsible and act more violently. In the safe darkness of a mob or an online avatar, the internal barriers break.
Michel Foucault, exploring the need for constant surveillance, concluded: "Visibility is a trap." Fear of being seen — not innate goodness — is often the only brake on human savagery.

Jeremy Bentham proposed the Panopticon: a prison where inmates never know when they are watched, and thus must act as if they always are.
"A new mode of obtaining power of mind over mind," he called it — an architecture built not on walls, but on fear.

Even the Broken Windows Theory reminds us: when minor crimes are left unchecked, greater crimes follow.
"If a window in a building is broken and left unrepaired, all the rest of the windows will soon be broken."
Neglect the small disorders, and the system collapses.

Modern society faces new dangers. The erosion of shame in crowded cities. The erasure of accountability online. The romanticized belief that human beings are fundamentally good without structure or punishment. All these trends gnaw at the foundation that holds order above chaos. They forget an old truth: man is not a creature of pure light. He is a battlefield of impulses, and if the punitive systems falter, darkness wins.

The truth is simple, and it is terrible:
Society survives not because man is good, but because the price of being bad is too high.

Ask yourself:
What would you do if you knew nobody would ever find out?

Behind that answer waits the shape of the world that would rise if law fails.

17 April, 2025

People (Don't) Change

 

The Tree of Change: Why People Don’t Truly Change

The idea that “people change” is often repeated as both consolation and warning. “Don’t worry, he’s grown out of that.” “Be careful, she’s not who she used to be.” But its opposite is just as common — and just as confidently stated: “People never change.” These two declarations seem to contradict each other. And yet, they are both right. The problem lies not in the statements themselves, but in what part of the person we’re actually talking about.

There are two radically different layers to the human psyche: one that bends and flows with time and circumstance, and another that is almost geological in its stability — rooted, immovable, untouched by fashion, feedback, or even punishment.

We change, yes — but only at the surface. We adapt, we mask, we learn better strategies. But at the core, we remain as we are. Beneath every adaptation lies an unchanged need. Beneath every learned behavior lies an old pattern. Like a tree, we may grow taller or lean in a new direction, but we do so from the same root system that has always fed us.




The Tree Metaphor

Consider a tree.

  • Its leaves are visible, ever-changing: green in spring, golden in fall, gone in winter. These are our habits, preferences, daily behaviors. Easy to change, easy to fake.
  • The branches and trunk represent the larger life structures — careers, relationships, public personas. These change more slowly, often as a result of pressure or necessity.
  • But the roots — buried deep beneath the surface — are constant. They are our primary emotional needs, our core beliefs about self and others, our temperament and moral frameworks. These do not change without radical intervention. And often, not even then.

Psychology offers many names for these layers. “State” versus “trait.” “False self” versus “true self.” “Mask” versus “core.” Regardless of the vocabulary, the pattern is the same: what we see is often not what is real.


Behavior Isn’t Character

Let’s take an example. “Michael” was a chronic liar in his twenties. Not because he enjoyed deceiving people, but because he was a people pleaser — desperate to be liked, terrified of disappointing others. Lying gave him a way out. At 35, he no longer lies. Life has taught him that dishonesty carries consequences. He disciplines himself. He pauses before he speaks. People call this growth — they say he’s changed. But he hasn’t. He still needs to be liked. He still fears conflict. His choices have improved, but the engine behind those choices remains the same.

This is not change. It’s adaptation.


Other Examples of Superficial Change

Anna, once addicted to validation through Instagram, now gets her fix through workplace success. Her strategies have evolved, but the hunger remains. She no longer posts selfies — but she scans every email for praise, every meeting for applause.

Derek, a former class clown, now dominates boardrooms instead of playgrounds. His need to be the center of attention has shed its clown costume and put on a tailored suit. But his drive — to be admired, feared, noticed — is untouched.

These stories aren’t rare. They’re everywhere. People appear to mature, to stabilize, to evolve — but often, they have merely found more acceptable ways of fulfilling the same old desires.


Classic Literature Knows This Truth

Great authors have always understood this paradox. Their characters rarely “transform” in the modern, therapeutic sense. Instead, they reveal what they already are — or they fall victim to it.

Jay Gatsby, from The Great Gatsby, reinvents himself with wealth and charm. On the surface, he’s changed. But he remains the same boy obsessed with Daisy, living for a dream that never loved him back. His core need — to reclaim a lost ideal — never leaves him. It kills him.

Raskolnikov, from Crime and Punishment, believes he can transcend morality. He murders an old pawnbroker to test his theory. His mind wrestles with ideology, justification, and guilt. But beneath all this is a deeply buried belief: that he is unworthy of love, and must earn redemption through suffering. His punishment doesn’t change him — it strips away his defenses and reveals who he always was.

King Lear, in Shakespeare’s tragedy, believes he can retire from kingship and still hold power. He misjudges love, banishes loyalty, and clings to illusions. As the play progresses, he loses everything — but does he change? Perhaps. Or perhaps the storm only tears away the robes and titles, exposing the frightened, needy old man who was always there.

In each case, the core traits of the character drive the story — not their surface changes. The tragedy, or the growth, comes not from becoming someone new, but from facing the truth about who they have always been.


What This Means for Us

To say “people don’t change” is not to suggest hopelessness. On the contrary, it is a call to clarity. If we understand what truly can change — behavior, strategy, presentation — and what cannot — temperament, emotional priorities, core beliefs — then we can make wiser decisions about trust, leadership, forgiveness, even love.

It reminds us not to be fooled by appearances, or short-term improvements, or even eloquent apologies. Growth is real — but only if it touches the roots. And the roots are hard to reach.

So yes, people change — their clothes, their tone, their friends, their ways of coping. But the deeper currents, the hidden logic beneath every decision? That doesn’t change. Not without immense suffering, insight, or grace. And even then, rarely.

We are who we are. The only question is whether we learn to live with it — or lie about it.

Vama Veche Isn’t What It Used to Be, But Maybe We Aren’t, Either

 I hear it often: “Vama Veche isn’t the same anymore.”

It’s said like a sigh, or a warning, or a quiet lament. And in a way, it’s true. The bars have changed. The crowds are younger. The music’s different. Some of the places we loved—Stuf, Canapele—are gone. Vama’s changed.

But I’ve come to believe something deeper. Yes, the place has changed—but we’ve changed more. And the ache we feel when we go back isn’t really about the beach at all. It’s about time.


The Friction Between Identity and Time

What we’re describing when we talk about Vama Veche is not just nostalgia. It’s the friction between who we were and who we’ve become. It’s the moment we look in the mirror of a familiar place and don’t quite recognize the person staring back.

In our twenties, we carried lightness in our bones. We slept in tents, shared cheap drinks, didn’t worry about back pain or alarm clocks or responsibilities waiting at home. We didn’t just visit Vama—we belonged there. We were young and carefree, and the beach seemed to rise up and match our rhythm. Now, two decades later, we visit again. But something’s off. It doesn’t feel the same.

And here’s the hard part: we say “Vama’s not the same” because it’s easier than saying “I’m not the same.” That subtle deflection lets us hold onto an idea of ourselves that feels like it's slipping through our fingers. We were spontaneous, joyful, wild. When the place no longer brings out those traits in us, we blame the beach. But maybe what’s really happened is that those parts of ourselves have become harder to access—and that hurts.


Vama as a Mirror, Not Just a Place

Places like Vama Veche are more mirror than map. What we loved wasn’t just the sand or the sea or the late-night guitar strumming. What we loved was what the place unlocked in us. It revealed something beautiful—something raw and unguarded. Something young.

That’s why we return, over and over, hoping the place will awaken that part of us again. But it doesn’t. Because we’ve layered on years and roles and habits. We’ve re-entered real life. The mirror still works—but the reflection is different.


The Myth of the “Authentic Past”

Memory, it turns out, is not a historian—it’s a novelist.
We remember Vama through a haze of firelight and laughter. We remember the music, the waves, the freedom. But we forget the mosquitoes. The hungover mornings. The broken zippers. The sand that got into everything. That pesky white dust that took one month after getting back home to completely get rid of it.

Our minds are skilled at editing our pasts into myths—clean, romantic, golden-hued stories. And when we try to return, we’re not just chasing a place—we’re chasing the mythologized version of ourselves that we left there.


Generational Gatekeeping

There’s also a strange tension that comes with seeing younger people living now in what we once called ours. They sleep in the same tents, drink on the same beach, dance to their version of freedom—and it can feel like they’re inhabiting our memories. Like they’re trespassing in a sacred space.

But Vama Veche was never meant to be owned. It never belonged to anyone. That was the whole point. It was wild and shifting and free. And maybe what we’re really reacting to is this: the baton has passed, and we weren’t quite ready to let go.


These Places Only Exist as Long as We Can Afford to Live Outside Time

This is perhaps the hardest truth to sit with:
Places like Vama Veche only exist as long as we can afford to live outside time. When we’re young, with no deadlines, no mortgages, no kids to feed or bodies to protect, we can step out of time for a weekend—or a whole summer. We can live as if the world has paused for us.

But eventually, time catches up. And when it does, it claims both us and the places we thought were timeless. The campfires burn out. The bars close. The people move on.

We return expecting magic, but find Monday morning lingering in the corner of our minds. And it’s not the beach that’s broken—it’s our ability to pause time that’s faded.


The Grief We Don’t Name

What we’re really feeling is grief. Not for a place—but for a version of ourselves we can’t quite be anymore. The one who was lighter, looser, unburdened. The one who hadn’t yet been dulled by the weight of responsibility, or softened by love, or hardened by loss.

There are no rituals for this kind of loss. No funerals for our former selves. So we mourn sideways—by blaming the beach, or mocking the new generation, or swearing off places that don’t make us feel young anymore.

But maybe what we really want to say is simple: “I miss who I was here.”


Honoring the Memory, Not Chasing the Illusion

And yet, maybe there’s something sacred in realizing that.
Once you know it, you stop chasing the illusion, and start honoring the memory.

You stop trying to squeeze yourself back into a younger skin. You stop demanding that a place deliver something it no longer can. Instead, you remember it the way you’d remember a first love—not with resentment that it didn’t last, but with quiet gratitude that it ever happened at all.

Maybe you even find a new kind of timelessness—not in the beer at dawn, but in your child’s laughter in the surf. Not in the sleepless nights, but in the slow, quiet mornings with the people you’ve chosen to grow older with. A different kind of magic. A different kind of freedom.

And maybe, just maybe, that’s what growing up really means.

11 April, 2025

Bigger, Better, Faster, More: When Progress Turns into Excess

 

Somewhere in the clutter of my early 2000s music collection sat an old CD by 4 Non Blondes, with a title that never quite left me: Bigger, Better, Faster, More. I didn’t think much of it at first. It was a catchy phrase, a product of its time. But years later, it would resurface in my mind and strike me as something more than a pop culture slogan. It felt like a diagnosis. A summary of modern human behavior. And perhaps even a warning.

Years before that moment, I had noticed a pattern in the way people react to change — a kind of built-in restlessness. We adapt quickly to new realities, normalize them, and soon feel dissatisfied again. What once felt like progress becomes the new baseline. And then we want more. Then more again. And again. I was proud of this observation, until I stumbled upon a psychological concept that had already existed for decades: the hedonic treadmill.

That moment of disappointment passed quickly. Because if anything, the existence of such a concept only validated what I had seen. The hedonic treadmill — the idea that people return to a stable level of happiness regardless of positive or negative events — is well-documented in psychological research. Brickman and Campbell’s original formulation in the 1970s, followed by studies in affective neuroscience, confirmed that our emotional systems adapt quickly to changes in fortune. We chase happiness, but it slips back to “normal.” It’s not just consumer behavior; it’s a structural feature of the human condition.

But then came the deeper question. Where does this chasing end? And what happens when it doesn’t?


The Line Between Progress and Obsession

We like to tell ourselves that progress is inherently good. That the arc of history bends toward justice, health, wisdom. But what if progress, when unexamined, becomes a runaway train? What if our instinct to improve turns toxic — not because of bad intentions, but because we don’t know how to stop?

To explore this, I looked at three modern movements: feminism, vegetarianism, and the ideology commonly labeled as "woke." Each of these began with legitimate, even noble, goals. Each was a response to real harm. But each, I argue, has been distorted by the “bigger, better, faster, more” instinct — to the point where their original missions are now tangled in excess, dogma, or unintended consequences.


Feminism: From Equality to Estrangement

Feminism began as a fight for rights that should never have been denied in the first place — the right to vote, to own property, to access education. The first wave was about legal equality. The second wave tackled social and reproductive rights. These were hard-won gains that helped redefine womanhood on women's own terms.

But in more recent waves, something shifted. As feminism merged with identity politics and academic theory, the focus moved from equality to power — and eventually, in some corners, to dominance or separatism. The noble fight for respect mutated into slogans like “the future is female,” while social media gave rise to what Christina Hoff Sommers has called “gender war feminism.” Sommers and others, including Camille Paglia, have warned for years that this new brand of feminism alienates not only men, but also many women who don’t feel seen in its increasingly narrow (and sometimes contradictory) definitions of empowerment.

It’s not that feminism is inherently flawed — it’s that the engine behind it couldn’t shut down once it reached its goalposts. “More” became “too much.” In a 2015 Pew Research study, while 61% of American women said feminism had helped their lives, only 18% described themselves as feminists. That gap says something.


Vegetarianism: From Health to Hysteria

I grew up thinking of vegetarianism as a personal choice — often a noble one. It was about health, compassion for animals, or environmental concern. These are reasonable goals, and many have benefited from a more plant-based lifestyle. Flexitarianism, Mediterranean diets, even moderate veganism — all have a place in the conversation about responsible eating.

But the movement didn’t stop there.

Raw veganism, fruitarianism, alkaline diets, detoxes, and juice cleanses — these trends, often championed online by influencers with no scientific training, began to replace reason with zeal. What started as a life-enhancing choice became, for some, an identity — and a restrictive, even dangerous one.

Nutritionists have been sounding the alarm. Harvard Health warns of deficiencies in B12, iron, and omega-3s among strict vegans who don’t supplement properly. The National Eating Disorders Association recognizes a condition called orthorexia — an obsession with "clean" or "pure" food that can lead to anxiety, malnutrition, and social isolation.

Again, the trajectory is clear: a good idea becomes a mandate, which becomes a trap.


Woke Ideology: From Awareness to Censorship

The word woke once meant being alert to injustice — particularly racial injustice. In that sense, it was a virtue. Movements like Black Lives Matter emerged to challenge very real structural problems, and they sparked necessary conversations about privilege, access, and equity.

But once again, “more” got the better of us.

When awareness turns into dogma, and dogma turns into censorship, something goes wrong. In recent years, we’ve seen books pulled from schools, language policed to extremes, and people publicly shamed or fired for stepping outside of ever-shifting ideological lines. The scholar Jonathan Haidt has spoken at length about the intellectual fragility this has produced, especially on college campuses, where free speech has increasingly come into conflict with what some call “emotional safety.”

We now see activists calling for the banning of To Kill a Mockingbird and Of Mice and Men — books once praised for their critique of racism. When purity becomes more important than intent or context, even allies are seen as enemies.

The pursuit of justice, like all human pursuits, needs a governor — a speed limit — or it risks flipping into tyranny.


The Pattern Behind the Pattern

These are just three examples, but the pattern repeats elsewhere:

  • Environmentalism turning into eco-anxiety and apocalyptic fatalism.
  • Body positivity veering into denial of health risks.
  • Self-help culture becoming a pressure cooker of toxic positivity.
  • Tech innovation evolving into addiction and surveillance.

What links them all is that none of these ideas were born in malice. They emerged from care — for people, the planet, the self. But the machinery of “bigger, better, faster, more” doesn’t know when to stop. It’s built into our psychology, yes, but it’s also reinforced by capitalism, social media algorithms, and the performative nature of modern morality.

In moral communities — especially online — virtue signaling can lead to purity spirals. A term coined by journalist Rob Henderson, a purity spiral occurs when people try to outdo each other in their commitment to a cause, resulting in ever-more extreme behavior until dissent becomes heresy.


Is There a Way Out?

I think so. But it begins with recognizing the trap.

We must learn to spot when good ideas harden into rigid ideologies. We must develop the courage to say, “That’s enough,” even when our tribe is asking for more. We must resist the false choice between enthusiasm and extremism.

And maybe — just maybe — we must re-learn the forgotten art of moderation.

Progress is good. Unchecked growth is not. As in ecosystems, balance is more sustainable than acceleration. We don’t need to renounce feminism, vegetarianism, or justice. We need to return to their roots — and resist the pressure to climb higher once we’ve reached the summit.


Final Thoughts

I don’t remember the lyrics of that 4 Non Blondes album. But the title still echoes in my mind like a cultural mirror. Bigger, Better, Faster, More.

It could be a promise. It could be a prophecy.

Either way, it’s up to us to decide when enough is enough.