Convictions

Sometimes, I think it'd be nice to be able to slightly 'shooo' that strong, unbending fiber away.

Sometimes, I think it'd be nice to be able to slightly dampen that strong, unbending fiber away.

But, I can't.

How can others?

There it is. Whispering. Echoing. Nudging. A strong tower.

My moral compass is always pointing in a direction. Never wavering or flickering.

This is hard.

It builds within me.

I've learned to act on it. Appropriately.

I've learned to try to put myself in another's shoes. I know this perspective is still going to be skewed. At least I try.

But, at times, it builds in me. Waiting to erupt.

Other times, it whispers.

Moral of the Story: Convictions. Abstract yet so concrete.