Okay, so I try to be good, to do the right thing, not to make mistakes. To please others. To recycle. To eat right. To brush and floss. To focus. To exercise. To trim my eyebrows every two weeks. To speak softly and carry a big stick. To say please and thank you. To use a patient and considerate tone of voice. To be spiritual. To be mental. To be acrobatic. To be aromatic. To be conservationistic. To be tidy, and to be disciplined and to eat only half a bag of Oreos at one sitting.
These attempts at goodness have one apparent result. I’m never happy with myself, because I’m never good enough. Does anyone else have this problem? Why is happiness as fleeting as the delicious smell of steak when I drive past a restaurant by with my car window open?
As I continually strive for goodness, here are some of the words…
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