Not a New Year’s resolution, but a still-at-the-beginning-of-the-New-Year reflection
Argue not in unprofitable talk, for such words do no good (Job 15.3)
I’ve never lost an argument. Not in the courtroom of my mind. Where I was the prosecuting attorney making my always airtight case against anyone I blamed (always, I confess, on trumped-up charges) for what I did that I shouldn’t have done and what I didn’t do that I should have done.
I’ve won. Every time. For the defense attorneys (those I accused for my faults) always failed to appear and the judge-and-jury-of-one (me) always favored my cause.
Although every victory was easy, indeed, guaranteed, it also was pyrrhic and false. For I still had to pay the court-appointed costs of guilt and shame; the inescapable consequences of having done what I should not and not having done what I should.
When I learned (finally!) to take responsibility for my failings, I no longer needed to go to court.
Postscript: If I desire (and I pray not) to go to court, I remember the address on that shadowy street, Self-Pity.
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