Thank God society is no longer pretending this debauchery is normal. For too long, our culture tried to rebrand self-destruction as freedom. What was once seen as vice became marketed as identity—an untouchable "lifestyle" no one dared question. But behind the flashing lights and catchy slogans lies a path of wreckage: drug abuse, hollow relationships, mental breakdowns, and wasted years.
I’ve seen it myself. Lives shattered not just by bad decisions but by an entire system that thrives on using and discarding people. It starts with parties, but it ends in ER visits, addiction clinics, sexually transmitted diseases, and suicidal thoughts. People wake up years later wondering what happened to their self-respect and why they feel so empty.
This was never normal.
And thank God more people are waking up to that truth. We're starting to admit what used to be obvious: that some choices lead to death—not just physically, but spiritually. The soul gets hollowed out. The conscience becomes numb. And the spark of life goes out.
What’s needed isn’t a pat on the back or another excuse—it’s repentance. Yes, there is such a thing as healthy shame. It’s the moment the truth finally hits, when a person sees sin for what it is and turns toward something better. That kind of shame is a mercy, not a cruelty.
Self-righteous shaming has no place in this conversation. But the conviction of sin? That’s the beginning of grace.
There is only one way back from this destruction, and His name is Jesus. He doesn't affirm sin. He exposes it—and then offers forgiveness, healing, and a brand new start. But it begins when we stop defending the lies and start telling the truth.
There’s still hope for this generation. But not if we keep pretending. Thank God we don’t have to anymore.
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