a heading of NW by SE

I recently had reason to remove my moral compass from storage. Caked in a layer of dust, languishing unused in a dark corner of my brain, I found the rusty instrument, once buffed and polished to a shine, nearly illegible. When I finally brought myself to look at it, I realized with a pang that I had lost my way.

Let me preface this story by saying that I believe myself to be a highly principled person with a deep-rooted sense of right and wrong, good and bad. Sometimes I think this is to my detriment - there are times when you need to break the rules, you need to play outside your comfort zone, and involving yourself may require indulging in small improprieties that set your internal alarm off. My theory is that the sensitivity of this internal alarm, and your reaction to it, determine your moral code.

I've just realized this is way too philosophical for an early Saturday morning, and I am way too tired to finish this right now. I promise there is a meaning to all this, it'll just have to wait.

g'nite.