A Sense of Justice

My Momma always told Worth and I that we had strong senses of justice.

As a teenager, I secretly rolled my eyes.

As a college student, I floated through life.

As I enter my late twenties, I start to think my Momma was so right.

There are various definitions of a "sense of justice."

The "sense of justice" that I'm talking about is defined as a person consisting of feelings and thoughts about what is fair and what is unfair regarding the rights and duties of one's self and others. 

At times I feel it inside of me.  Do you identify?

I don't get angry, anxious, or discouraged. I just ponder (then eventually call my Momma).

When I googled "sense of justice," I was intrigued.

I read a few scholarly articles linking a biological reason for having a sense of justice (a spot in the brain).

I read an article explaining that genes have developed evolutionarily to predispose individuals to behave fairly or to behave selfishly.

I read an article about the acquisition of a sense of justice.

So, we have circled back to the impact of nature and nurture.

I've learned a few things through my life that don't dampen my sense of justice but rather direct it into  proactive measures.

1. My Aunt Pagie always told me not to make a decision or action until 24 hours have passed.
2. I am highly attuned to the thought that my Momma shares 'this has been going on for years.' 
3. I am a firm believer in the sentiment that we are all on our own God-driven journeys headed to various destinations.
4. Typically, the passage of time adds clarity and opportunities.
5. Remain calm and patient in all circumstances.

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