If the right thing were always the easy thing, then no one would ever choose to do wrong. But it’s not. Sometimes you make mistakes and you are faced with that choice, that path of the right way.
It’s lined with thorns, and overhead the skies threaten with leashed thunderheads. The outcome is out of your hands, unknown and it could continue getting worse beyond the shadows you can see.
But it is the right thing to choose, however personally painful, however agonizing that choice might feel.
Knowing that does not make the choice easier.
The knowledge can only offer the cold comfort of righteousness. The real comfort comes from knowing that making alternative choices is only setting yourself up for future turmoil and paths that are chosen for you, rather than ones that you choose. You jump with a parachute, not knowing for sure that it will prevent injury or catastrophe, but knowing that it is better than jumping without one.