I feel like I know the difference between right and wrong. So, why don’t I always do what’s right? Why is it that sometimes I do what’s wrong, even though I know it’s wrong when I’m doing it? Why is it that sometimes I say the wrong thing, even though I know it’s wrong when I’m saying it? I tell myself that I want to be a good person, and good people always do the right thing, don’t they? It’s not so much that I do wrong things a lot; it’s more like I fail to do things that I know I should do. Like I know my cousin is in the hospital, and I haven’t written her, called her, or visited her. That can’t be right, can it? So, it must be wrong. My good friend’s mother died yesterday. Have I called him? NO. Why not? I don’t know. Sometimes I follow the path of least resistance. A lot of times I do what is easy and not what is hard. You may say, “What’s so hard about picking up the phone and making a call?” I don’t know. I just don’t do a lot of things when I know I should. Am I excused by saying, “After all, I’m just human–I’m not perfect?” I don’t think so. Even though I may fail time after time after time, I should still make a more genuine effort to do those things that I know are the right things to do.
TD