Sometimes I wonder if all this talk about moral or spiritual perfection isn’t just another piece of unique delusion I can go through. Am I thinking that I can overcome the simple fact that it isn’t such a bad thing to
be human? If I am truthful, I know that I don’t really want to walk on water as
much as I want others to think I can. Who am I fooling? Isn’t it enough that I
don’t murder; don’t rob or mug people; don’t engage in demeaning or otherwise
self-destructive behaviors? I can find myself backed up between the proverbial
rock and a hard place and still try to wrangle my way out of it without taking
care of business.
Taking
care of business is about as close to perfection as I can imagine at this phase
of my life. I’ve given up on sainthood and certainly have made enough of a mess
of it, at one time or another, to figure out that I’m better off simply accepting my humanity. I’ll
leave this sainthood business to neurotic overachievers… thank you very much.
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