The right thing to do

It’s a strange feeling—to realize that the right thing to do, is exactly what feels the most wrong.

Instead of doing what I set out to do, here I am, huddled up in blankets and doubting my own abilities and intuition. The resistance within me balks at the thought of change, at the thought of strenuous labor, at the thought that I might just have to keep my promises.

Our feelings can only serve as weak indicators of right and wrong. Lest we forget that it is of an anachronistic design, part of a biological system that is completely out of place in our complex societal context. It wants security, comfort, and predictability to ensure survival—rather, what it perceives as survival. To trust it to determine our life decisions would be no less foolish than entrusting it a roll of the dice—merely hoping that we have the right emotion at the right moment.