what are principles? the morals we uphold ourselves to, for better or worse? the standards we try to maintain, buckling under the weight of expectations? the boundaries we draw, a thin line we dance before?
i thought i was upright. i thought i would be happy sticking to my principles, because at the end of the day, who i have to live up to is myself. but since when did i start holding those around me to my own standards, especially the people i love the most? why am i always asking for more, and disappointed when they can’t deliver? if i can, why can’t they? what is this moral high horse i’ve gotten on that’s carried me away, more and more distant from those around me, from my emotions, from my humanity?
am i pretentious? the ladder to nowhere i’ve climbed up - look at me, aren’t i good? - while everyone happily continues with their lives on the ground.
