
Beneath the facade of my callous demeanor, I’m seething with rage. I cannot remain apathetic to what has been seen or heard. It pains me to not play a part in alleviating their afflictions. Yet when it comes to standing up for what I think is right, I fumble. Standing by my conviction is one thing, but standing up is a whole new different story.
I’m happy status quo. What if by doing what I think is right, I get myself involved in unnecessary troubles? After all, what I think is right is subjective and unbounded by society’s morals. Maybe a handful are going to agree, but the majority are probably not going to be – Who am I to dictate morality? I am not keen to deal with the post effects, and I have qualms about being strong enough to handle the social trauma that may take place thereafter.
I wonder if it’s the cowardice in me feigning tactfulness or I am simply waiting for the right time and the right opportunity. Then again, the “when”, “where” and “how” bewilders me.
Till the epiphany, I will be tactful – not just in the way I approach matters, but to plug in to God’s tape and to tune out the rest.








