I went for a walk and pondered some things.
Later that evening I had a meeting I was supposed to attend and I did not want to go. “Treat them like they treated me,” was my train of thought.
But then a voice that sounded a lot like my mom’s interrupted by thoughts. “You are better than that.”
“Am I?” My thoughts argued. “At this moment I don’t think so. I sure don’t want to be.”
“You were raised better than that. Do not let the actions of others determine your behavior. Remember your teaching.”
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Darn this being born to goodly parents. Why can’t I act childish like the others just this once?
I think the voice inside you of your mother is right.
Better to be a child when you are a child than when grown-up!
As always! ☺️
True!