Do you ever hear that voice? The voice that seems to come from out of nowhere? Often times when we are about to do, or continue to do something we know is wrong?
It’s never too late to do the right thing. The things we choose to do when we know we shouldn’t, kill us. They kill our minds, bodies and souls. Often times, when we do them, we are giving up on ourselves. It’s self harm, and deep down we are aware of it. It’s why in these moments we leave a grounded place and act irrationally. We become the antagonist in our own life’s story.
You are about to, or perhaps you already have, told a lie. Or, maybe you are an alcoholic and reaching for another drink. It’s so easy to just tell ourselves it doesn’t matter. We aren’t worth it. We don’t deserve better. Who cares. Just because we can do and perhaps get away with it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t matter.
It matters. It matters a lot.
Sure we can hurt others with a lie, a drink, an affair, an addiction, or whatever your vice might be. But who you are really destroying is yourself. When we do these things I believe we all hear that voice, “It’s not too late.”
If you ignore it and do it anyway, guess what? It’s still not too late. You will have just knocked yourself down another rung. Step up. Change how you think about it. Start fighting for yourself. Start climbing the ladder by listening to the voice and stopping. Immediately you will feel a sense of pride and self worth. Not an arrogant pride, just a happiness and hope in yourself.
I imagine myself walking across a very dangerous terrain. All around me are traps and snares. Bright flashing lights light up signs trying to lure me in, and crowds of people petition me to leave my path. I leave my path, instantly I hear the voice. I then ignore it at my own peril. I keep going and the voice follows me. With every wrong turn I take it speaks up, only to be ignored. Every-time the outcome is the same. Pain. Hurt. Sadness. Every-time the only path back to peace is the simple road I left.
I’ve lied. I’ve cheated. I’ve drank myself near death many, many times. I heard the voice a thousand times and ignored it almost every time. But more and more I am listening and turn back sparing myself heartache and pain.
The voice was right, it was never too late. It’s never too late to do the right thing, or at least try.
For those of you who find it humorous I hear voices in my head, are you surprised? I’m grinning too, but maybe just a little from a sense of self worth as well.
If you read this far, thank you.
Tris.
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