Tonight I had to punish my son. As I squatted down to explain to him why his actions led to certain consequences, he tearfully exclaimed, "I want to be a good boy. I want to make good choices."
In theory it is really simple: Make good choices, and you get good results. Make bad choices and you get bad results. Is it ever that easy? It doesn't matter if you are 4 or 40; we all struggle to do the right thing. Sometimes being bad is way more fun. Sometimes good guys finish last.
As much as I would like to say I am a crusader for good. As much as I would like to think that I am a person of high integrity, there is a part of me that wants to be bad. I don't always want to be a good girl; I don't always want to make good choices. A lot of times the only thing stopping me from being terrible, is my fear of the consequences. I wish I was more noble than that.
Make bad choices and you get bad results. I used to think it was just that simple, but sometimes I wonder.