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I am Afraid of my Conscience
A story about fear and conscience.
Reading an article last week about conscience, and I realize that I was afraid of mine. They say everyone has a conscience. And it’s the only thing humans have that will prevent them from doing the wrong things. I know a lot of people who don’t show others that they have a conscience. Being poor and having to be always fighting to survive, I believe many people act as if they don’t have a conscience just to live. And that is a very sad thing to do. Poverty and desperation prevent some people from using their conscience how and when it should be used.
I fear mine. Life has taught me, that my fear can be a weapon or a tool. As a weapon, it can be destructive. As a tool, it can save me from doing many things, but it takes wisdom to know the difference.
My conscience isn’t the only one I check before I do certain things, but it gets the last say for all of my actions, choices, and decisions. I must give it the last word because if I don’t, and I am wrong, it won’t give me peace. Life is much simpler when we do things for the right reasons.
Someone asks, “the right reasons for whom?”
Our conscience can be a weapon against us if we do the wrong things. It becomes a tool when we do the right things, giving us the power to make the right decisions. Along with…
