BROKEN GOLDEN RULE
I didn’t know you.
You were a stranger to me that day. But there was an expectation. A belief of trust, a belief of goodness.
For I had done nothing to you. Yet you destroyed it, destroyed a deep part of me.
In those minutes we were together, what words did I say that made you decide to tear apart all I believed in. Trusted in.
You broke the truth that I had always been committed to. Belief that if one is good and kind to others then they will do also to you. Isn’t that the golden rule?
We talked, we laughed, I caused you no pain. I kept true to the unspoken bargain that is made when people come together. Weren’t you obligated to the same?
But your expectation was not one of trust, but of self-interest, selfishness.
It did not matter who you hurt, who’s life you effected. You were going to get what you wanted. For that next moment of needed pleasure, you were going to take that which did not belong to you.
You desired it so you deserved it. Is that what you thought? How many lives have you effected in this struggle with selfishness. Do you know? Do you care?