Tuesday, February 28, 2012

A Code of Honor


            Sometimes, I think I was born into the wrong time.  I live by a code of honor that this world, or at least as much as I know of it, abandoned long ago.  I say I live by it, perhaps what I ought to say is that I believe in it; because, as we all know, what we believe is often a far cry from what we practice.  I certainly am no different in that respect.  I make as many mistakes as anyone else.  I deliberately make the wrong choice just as often as anyone you’ll ever meet.  I suppose the difference, then, is not in the balance of wrong as opposed to right, but rather in the definition of the two, and the boundaries between them.

            I believe in living honestly, but I do not necessarily believe that lying is always wrong.  I believe in keeping one’s word; because if you don’t have that, then what do you have?  Relationships are based on trust, to a varying extent.  This is readily apparent with friendship and romance, however, it is equally true with business partnerships, bank accounts, employment, even simply getting in one’s car and driving.

            Having a job is an employer trusting an employee to do a job.  The employee, in turn, trusts his employer to pay him for doing his job.  When one puts money in the bank, one trusts that it will still be there when one returns.  Every time one drives anywhere, one trusts that the other drivers will obey the laws of the road.

            I believe in loyalty.  I believe that friendship ought to mean more than a passing liking for someone.  I believe that ‘friend’ is not merely an empty word, a designation for someone with whom one passes the time.  It is a bond shared between two people, and once made, it is not easily broken.  Friendship is a promise, a promise to love, a promise to care for, a promise that a space, however large or however small, in your heart will always belong to them.  It is a promise to help.  However cliché, it is a promise to be a shoulder to lean on.  Of course, as with anything, there are degrees of friendship, but the basic principle remains the same.

            I believe in courage.  I believe that one ought to do what is right even, and perhaps especially, when they are frightened of the consequences.  I believe that courage is doing what’s right, even when you know you’ll get knocked down.  I do not think that courage is the absence of fear, quite the opposite, in fact.  Courage is when you’re as scared as it gets, and you chose—despite the fact that it is unbearably hard—to face your fear and do what you must, despite it.

            You can call me crazy, old-fashioned, deluded, naïve.  It may be that you would be right.  Frankly, I simply do not care.  I am as I am, and that is how I intend to stay.
—The Shadow Knight