We’re quick to call out other people’s mistakes like we’ve never made any ourselves.
We point fingers to feel cleaner, as if being loud about right and wrong puts us on the right side of it.
We want forgiveness without having to admit fault, comfort without giving anything up, love without telling the whole truth.
It’s easier that way. Still, something always feels off.
Maybe that’s what being human is—
wanting to be good, while doing what’s easiest, and hoping no one notices the gap in between.















