Can a good man do terrible things and still be good? There was a time when I believed I was a good man, but now those words linger in my mouth with the taste of deceit. A lie, not to others, only to myself.
My past has shaped me into the man I am. Unfortunately, I am scared of my past. More so, I am terrified of my future. A crucible lays around the corner; I know I am not strong enough to make it through. I am not a good enough man.
John Dewey once said, “The good man is the man who, no matter how morally unworthy he has been, is moving to become better.” The problem with these words, is how do you know if you are working to be a better man? What if all the wicked things I have done, have mutated me into a man that can no longer tell good from bad?
Remember to smile,