Mercurial

So, for your entertainment, a little moral dilemma:
There is no moral dilemma.

I am coping with a friend's contradictions, and it is getting to me that we humans are not straight-laced, coherent, consistent individuals: more likely, we are a tangled mess of confronted ideals, broken promises, conflicting desires and postponed lives.

We know who we are, yet it is almost impossible to enact that ideal person; thus, we fall in the clutches of the old and comfortable. Self-recriminations may follow later, but at that moment, that particular instant in which we cede and yield to our true nature, we are happy, joyous, exhilarated.

So, although this friend might not be the most perfect person in the world, and has a tail like a dragon, I am not judging. Especially because I am part of that thing that lives beneath the surface; I am enabler, vice, dream and threat.

I am who I am, and have very clear my presence there, because my conflicts do not lie within my friend's restrictions. Thus, I am free in that particular respect, yet I have become an excuse and the embodiment for a particular set of transgressions.
However, to what extent is my influence detrimental to a person with conflicting views? There is no moral dilemma, since we all choose what we want and our own particular actions regarding the values we held high. And if my help comes in the form of transgression, well, welcome; just acting and growing through that particular bout of being against form, my influence will be positive.

My risk here, though, is that I am.