Why is it that doing right is almost always the hardest thing to do? Why can’t the right thing also be the easy thing?
This morning, I’m caught between what I know is right and what I actually want to do. I don’t want to make the phone call that I have to make, even though my ethics and morality require it of me. Sometimes I hate the fact that I’m principled. I have no doubt life would be easier if I could simply suspend my ethical objections about something… but that is what makes me who I am, right?
It never feels like I’m doing right, even when I know that I am. I imagine the reason for that is that when I’m doing the right thing, it feels like I’m losing. I feel like I’ve conceded defeat and now I’m only reveling in the eye of the storm, and waiting on the rest of the hurricane.