The sacrifice of self-control
I keep writing stuff here and then deleting it and thinking “Wow, sure felt good to get THAT off my chest.”
I have lots of opportunities every day to be a jerk. I suppose we all do, really. But at the end of the day, I don’t want to look back and find I took them, even if I was provoked. The world has enough jerks, and there’s no shortage of provokers out there, either. And I’m sure I’m an accidental jerk sometimes, but I surely don’t want to be one on purpose.
I’ve heard it said that sacrifice is the highest form of love. Sometimes it’s a huge sacrifice to not be a jerk. Sometimes I have to purposefully decide that even though I’m being provoked, I would not be authentically me if I responded the way I want to in that moment. And later, I’d be sad to realize that I’d blown an opportunity to show a higher form of love. I would be sad that I chose to move away from my goal, not towards it.
Sometimes it’s really hard to do the right thing now so I won’t be sad later.
That applies to being a jerk AND eating donuts.