|A trek in Tibet.|
Among the things I have come to know or believe, one is that the high road is never a wrong choice. Any harsh words I can manage not to speak, any uncharitable thought I can dilute, any action I can take that leans more toward kindness gives me hope for myself and for all of us. The high road comes with strong visual support. I can see the forked path, one descending into shadow, miasma and murk, the other rising to fresh air (albeit possibly thin air) and sunshine. If we are gullible in our kindness, what is the harm? I know I will survive being a fool. It is not my job to figure out the motives of others as an excuse to behave ungenerously. Add this to the list of daily practices that I endeavor to include. Luckily, what we seek is progress, not perfection.