2belightened -> RE: Ethical issues... (3/8/2005 1:17:34 PM)
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The world isn't just many shades of gray, but hues of various colors. Of course, right is right and wrong is wrong, but who of us is so utterly perfect to walk the white line every day of one's life. I tried my best until of late. I have suppressed. I have given. I have been as perfect as I could possibly be. My ultimate goal was to become a Stepford wife. Then one day something snapped. This other world appeared and I'm lured to it, bedazzled by it. What if it is all a crock? What if I give up my entire life, my carefully build tower of virtue and June Cleaver pearls, just to see if this is real? What if the fantasy of it draws me, but the reality is torrid? None of this is easy. It is torment and loaded with uncertainty. On top of it all, we're only human with all the frality and flaws that comes with that. We will make mistakes. We can only try our best to walk softly and not hurt anyone. So, where do I stand on this issue. I don't know. I think each of us has to make our choices and live with our decisions and not judge those who can't follow the pristine path. A wise woman once told me, you don't know how someone else's shoes pinch until you've walked in them. A poem to contemplate in this vein of thought... TEMPEST Into the tempest of the night, I see the ruby tears of my soul. Why can I not pursue the light? Where is the joy that once concealed the fear brewing in the bowels of a conscience that is incomplete? I search and search and see but inky tides of recriminations kissing the shore of my encumbering sins. Is there a way out of the whirlpool of doubt, or the conflict of passions and the duty of a spirit’s pure mind? What will I do? Where will I go? How to find the absolution that they had denied such an insignificant morsel of faulty design and cruel ignorance. I turn in a direction not so wise, abhorring the lure that will not subside. Yet the moonless night holds no answers and the key to deliverance rests in the handling of a stranger. How do I allow this? For I know what is right. Yet, I find myself on the course of destruction, unable to stop the flow of those throbbing needs and condemning labels. The time has come and I stand in hues of gray, torn between shadows and flames. Which will I choose? Or, is it that I truly have no say?
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