What keeps us from practicing as much as we should, or the way that we should? What keeps us from eating well, and getting enough exercise? Do we ever fully appreciate the capacities we have, or always wish for others? What injustices are stopping us from being as fully realized as we might be?
Before watching a documentary on prison injustice, I taught a lesson to an adult. She among other adults, admitted to not practicing consistently. I suppose it's different than being convicted for selling crack and spending 15 years in prison, but in some ways, it seems similar. It's only a difference in magnitude in my relative eyes. I've had limited exposure to drugs, and over-exposure to bad-practice habits. What if that exposure were reversed? They are both easy offenses to commit when the world surrounds us with temptations, even alternate needs.
What tunes our moral compass? What leads it astray, and how do we find inner fortitude to find our way for the best of ourselves and others?
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