People tell me I’m bad. Mostly, they tell me I’m good. How do you respond to comparisons with darkness? You don’t. I see the darkness, I don’t fight with it. Deep down I know my soul is pure. You can’t be good unless you think you’re good. You can be bad because of a rumor or two, it doesn’t take much. I battle with my convictions, I shouldn’t. I know what I am. I’m not 19 and confused anymore, I understand my essence. Why should anyone doubt themselves? Doubt isn’t rational. I know myself better than I’ll ever know another. I don’t need God to judge me, I hold the scales. I’ve done more good in my life than I could ever destroy. I only dwell on the negative because I’m a perfectionist. Ten toes, ten fingers. Count them. Does the evil outweigh the compassion? Does darkness travel faster than the speed of light? No. Why torture yourself? You don’t believe in karma yet you always talk about it. You’re batting over .500 at least. Doesn’t that mean you won’t be a cockroach in the next life? You don’t believe in reincarnation either. You only believe in things you don’t understand when you don’t understand the things you believe. I’m a good person. Ninety-nine percent of the people you know are good people. Only a third believe they are good. Why is pessimism so rampant? Hitler and Stalin were outliers. The vast majority of people you know or have heard about had good intentions. Clichés tell you about good intentions but, you don’t believe in hell either. We are here. We are all here. We are good. You hear that? We are good. Self-loathing and self-doubt won’t help us. The tragic sounds prettier, it isn’t. There is no reason to ever doubt yourself. What else is there to have faith in? Don’t dwell on the faults because they aren’t your fault. They were part of your path.
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