Seems so simple doesn’t it? Right and wrong. I am not sure if it is really that easy. What purpose does it serve me to be right? What will I sacrifice if I am wrong? What has either of these states given to me? What have they taken away from me?
I was so convinced to the truth of these states but as time goes on I find it is less and less about being right or wrong and more and more about being part of the solution. I suppose it is my ego that wants things to be black and white, right and wrong. Left to my ego I am right and the world is wrong, but lets face it that is a lonely shitty state.
I don’t know. I just get so caught up when I feel like I have been run over or vandalized or objectified or generalized or whatever. I turn into the son of the god of morality telling the world how things should be and how they are wrong.
Alone
I said something today that was really cool. So to quote myself:
“Anger blazes a path far from the original problem…”
It sounded better when I said it aloud…
Right or wrong? It really doesn’t matter…