The other day my history teacher made some comment, I vaguely remember it was about fighter pilots and how they think rule's don't apply to them, but how that's what makes them good fighter pilots.
The more I thought about it over the next few days the more I realized how often I do the exact same thing, I think the rules don't apply to me. A part of me is ashamed, because I really don't mean it to malicious or egotistical, but that's just me trying to rationalize it. I tell myself that as long as I have good intentions and logial reasoning, it's okay. But it's not. There are tons of other people in my shoes in one way or another, are they above the rules? No, and I'm foolish to think I'm any different. But the other part of me likes it. I like the perks. I like getting what I want. I like doing what I feel like doing. It's nice to live as if I'm above the rules. In many areas of my life, I ignore them completely. I'm torn between the guilt and the pleasure of doing what I do. I've got a lot of soul-searching to do.
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