When we are small were are taught that there are good behaviors and bad behaviors.
Lying is bad, telling the truth is good. Being neat and organized is good, messy is bad. It is quite clear cut. I think when we are kids it is a good starting point to develop good character.
However, over the years, and the zillion life experiences, have formed aspects of my character. I have tried to be “good” but sometimes knowingly or unknowingly I failed.
I was ragged through middle school and high school and thought I would never to do it someone else. It was a shocker for me when what I perceived was being protective was actually a form of ragging to the other person.
I thought truth made everything easy, no complications. But there were so many instances where my truth telling hurt people. It was then I understood that in some instances maybe a lie saves the person from the pain.
Today, I am trying to find the balance between right and wrong. I am trying to define what is my right. And I am hoping and praying that my right does not end up hurting someone.
Hopefully, everyone who does meet, has a happy memory to connect me with. They don’t have to like me but I sure hope they do not hate me.
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