I never had real enemies. There were a few people I wasn't mad about, but no enemies. My only enemy is myself. There is a part of me that I would avoid if it was a separate being. I constantly battle that other part. What makes me do things that are unreasonable and just plain mean? Why can't I always chose what's best? Is it human nature? Is it my nature? I've always hoped to think of myself as a "good person". Why can't I always be good? I've tried something lately. I stop and ask myself, why I am doing this? Do I enjoy the feeling it gives me? Is there some kind of moral dominance I am looking for or I am just not in control of my emotions?
Reason is a beautiful thing. It's a sturdy bridge over the madness of emotions.
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