Selfishness
I try to do the right thing whenever I’m faced with a situation that challenges my morals and principles.
I think the most difficult thing about it all is that my principles aren’t set in stone.
I don’t know whether they will ever be.
I’m not sure why I need to do “the right thing” — because it’s the right thing? Because if someone else were in my shoes, I would want them to do the right thing?
Ugh. It’s hard to wrap my head around it all.
While I shouldn’t be selfish, I feel that my happiness is compromised when I do things for others that I really just don’t feel like doing.
It’s a battle between doing the right thing versus compromising my happiness.
It’s just a short-term happiness that I’m compromising, or is it?
I can see how good people make mistakes.
I can see how easily one can veer and not do the right thing, and that it takes all the strength and willpower that one has, in order to do the right thing when one clearly doesn’t want to do it.
Humans weren’t made to do the right things — we weren’t meant to be perfect.
Humans try to condition themselves to do the right things…so that we can say that we’re good people?
But we all fuck up.
We all fail at some point in time.
What is this need to always do the right thing?
I’m driving myself crazy.
What if I I choose not to do the right thing and I’m happy about it?
I’m a bad person because I intend to do the very opposite of the right thing.
Why is it so black and white?
Perhaps, if I can live with my actions then that’s okay?
It’s all so gray.
Fuck the noise inside my head.
