The Right Thing

I am sure I am paranoid. Maybe you can even consider me a loon.

My constant censor of the content of this blog is a huge part of its creation. And mentally, I am forever stuck, debating between the ‘save draft’ and ‘publish post’ button after I finish hacking away at my keyboard.

How much of my life should be a ‘tell’ and how much of this life should be a ‘hush, no one should know’ issue? And why do I even care about who I hurt with my words if I do really mean it?

I mean if I really think that terribly about someone, why on earth do I still go to the ends of the world to protect that person?

The paradoxical issue of trying to do the right thing.