My Post Secret

One of my professors in college said to me: "Half of life is figuring out which contradictions you are wiling to live with." This dance between my morality and my reality is constantly evolving, and where I am willing to give and where I hold fast is constantly evolving too. If you care about anything, chances are you are going to--at some point along the way--earn the label of hypocrite. And I think being a hypocrite is okay, because the alternative is being completely rigid (which is unlikely to stick) or being apathetic (which is just plain unbecoming). That said, there can still certainly be embarrassment in the chasm between what we wish was true for ourselves, and what is actually true. But I don't think there necessarily needs to be, because, at the end of the day, we're human, not saints, and we all have a few skeletons in the closet. As Jimmy Buffett rightly pointed out: "If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane." So here's to laughing at the skeletons instead of going crazy over them...

I know...and sometimes I eat McFlurries anyways. 

I know...and sometimes I eat McFlurries anyways.