Once (or twice) I chose to get drunk. One time I chose to see how fast I could do it. Once I chose to try to eat a spoonful of cinnamon simple because someone dared me. Once I chose to work at Kentucky Fried Chicken as a chicken breaker. I chose to shoot jack rabbits out of the back of a moving vehicle at a place that we shouldn’t have even been driving because we could have hit a plane (I will say no more). I once thought I should walk into tall grass with no visibility because I heard a rattlesnake (heard, but could not see).
I like the fact that I have someone else that tells me what is right and what is wrong, and the best way to live my life. I understand that there are people that don’t. If there was no way for me to determine right or wrong, I would chose wrong. There is something about others telling me what I should and should not do that makes me want to tell them that I will do what I want.
I also understand that when I accept that when someone tells me what is right or wrong, I will disagree with many of the standards that they set for me. That does not mean that what they are wrong, that just means that I have to be disciplined in my behavior. Accepting a set of standards without fully understanding is part of discipline I think, if I always wait to be okay with what I am asked to do I will not grow. I will only learn to accept what I want and throw away what I don’t.