What happens when its Fathers day, and the last conversation you had with your pops you vowed to never speak to him again?
Obviously I know the right thing to do. But don't we all? Like always.
Whether you are Mormon, Buddist, Muslim or could care less about a "God" or religion; we were given a little light inside of us to know the difference between right and wrong.
With that being the case, why do we make decisions that directly conflict with what that little light is telling us to do? I don't have an exact answer for that but in the end I think it all comes down to pride.
And pride is a dirty rotten whore.
The point of all this rabbling is that eventually we are going to have to come face to face and be held accountable with our stupid prideful decisions.
Whether it's in heaven or whether it's fathers day, I'm sure the anxiety I feel right now is going to be felt at some level. And I'm gonna have to deal with it ....