Take a hurricane, a storm that stretches hundreds of miles wreaking destruction its path, Yet in the center lies the eye, a region of uncharacteristic calm unaffected by the havoc that surrounds it. Peculiar how nature allows such a contradiction, yet many a man does not, how they suffer in not allowing themselves to find a measure of peace despite the engulfing difficulties.
“I want to be good” the phrase, such a simple want, something a child would say. Yet as one grows older, one comes to realize that for such a simple want, it is very difficult one to be. Five words do not speak of a lifetime struggle, there is a cruel trickery in that, for all the easiness in wanting them they are that much more arduous to achieve.