Good Intentions
I’ve often wondered if it matters
that we attempted to do the right thing, when events later turn out in the
wrong. Like a person who tries to rescue
someone who isn’t even drowning, and one of the other of them gets hurt in the
process. I can see metaphors like that
in my mind quite clearly. The lap of the
blue water on a rocky beach. Sighting someone
with an arm upraised and waving as their head sinks below the water. Running across the beach, leaping out into
the water, and furiously stroking your way towards them. Not caring that your foot was cut on a sharp
rock or that your blood is leaking out behind you and the salt stings it with
every stroke. Arriving where you last
saw the person to see that they are perfectly fine. Your blood pooling in a circle around you and
death drawing closer.
Good
intentions can be just as dangerous as bad ones.
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