I feel very strongly that there are few good men in this world. I use "men" in the general sense, which includes women, but "good people" just lacks weight, and I think it's important to pick heavy words when talking about serious things.
It's true, though, that we all long to be good. Or at least I hope it is. So why is it that, with this longing in all of us, so few hit the mark? Still working on that one.
Good men seem to never know that they are good; have you noticed that? They're full of searching and hoping and longing and so much damn work to make themselves better. I'm jealous of them, though. Because their quest gives purpose in a way that seems really satisfying to me.
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