Intrepid.
The desire to be candid can be overwhelming. We convince ourselves that if we do not engage in an explosion of truths we will remain perpetually captured in our own web of guilt.
Some of us feel no guilt, most of us dabble in the thought and some of us are Catholic. Regardless, most of us engage in an internal struggle to balance our good and our lesser selves. My father once told me that our physical construction is a reflection of our internal struggle. The way our blood is filtered reflects the way our thoughts are filtered between our selves and our souls. Our self being that portion that controls free will and is fully capable of making wrong decisions. Our soul, of course, being our pure connection to all that is good.
The fact he was telling me this as his lungs were filtering heavy tobacco did not aid his resolve much. On the other hand it supported his statement. We all do have a filtering process; however, it does not necessarily entail complete purification. If what you put in is malice then what you get out will most definitely resemble malice.
As such, be weary of your influences, be weary of your substance; if not be ready to lose your sustenance.
