I don’t believe in the Mr. Big-Guy-Up-There watching over me and my life. I don’t believe in the Prince-Charming, appearing out of nowhere and magically solving all the problems (some of which I might not have been aware of myself). I don’t believe in the afterlife or other lives out there waiting for you to finally do all the things right. I don’t believe in the second chances in general. I think, we only have one.
That’s why, probably, I value honor (with honesty obv included) so much. With only one life, messing up is not something you can afford, hoping to fix things tomorrow. Or the day after tomorrow. Or, I dunno, another life maybe? Nope.
I think that we should respect ourselves just enough to notice the value of the words we form with our mouths. The weight of every promise that is to be kept once it’s given. Tasting the disgust of every lie, before spilling them out of nothing but revolting fear. Sense the damage the word may do to a person before it leaves the heated tongue. Feel the importance of actually living the words, abiding by them, before being able to say them out loud.
This kind of honor, once lost, could never be fully regained. And that’s what makes it so precious.
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