Trying to be ‘Good’

Sometimes I think I believe that trying to be good, really is as good as it gets. Other times, I think that that’s just a hideous cop out and I really ought to don the yellow catsuit and ask myself ‘what would Uma Thurman do?’

Here’s the thing:

I know the grass really isn’t greener, and yet sometimes I’ll envy others just ‘because’.

I wonder why those things that really aren’t important seem like the only thing that matters.

I know that I’m old enough to know better, but right there, in that moment, simply not want to be.

I worry overly about how others perceive me, even though the real issue is how I perceive myself.

I know I *ought* to take the moral high ground but everyone else seems to be having so much damn fun in the gutter that (some days at least) I’d rather be down there.

Sometimes I’m so vain, I don’t just think *that* song’s about me… I think that they all are.

The older I get, the less I know… This discomforts me.

I wonder if the things I thought I held so dear are really that important. I wonder if I’m awkward for awkward’s sake. I wonder when taking the road less travelled became so important.

Is trying to be good really enough? Or is ‘good’ so entirely subjective that the question collapses in on itself?

Answers on a postcard please x