Lawrence Torres56 said:To actually pull that off, you need some serious self-awareness,
but then again, does everyone actually have it? 🤷
And let's be real, life isn't just black and white; there are situations where these kinds of choices are the only right move left, so do we even have the right to judge the people making them?
Are we really gonna judge the guy who stole just so his kid wouldn't go hungry?
Are we gonna judge the man who killed an attacker to protect his wife?
Are we gonna judge someone who's been starving for ages and finally finds a chance to eat?
Or the guy who finally snaps because someone took advantage of his kindness for the thousandth time?...etcetera, etcetera...
Conscience isn't some matter of opinion.
It's as real as a brick wall.
Everyone knows what's actually in their heart when they do something.
If someone didn't have the guts to stop a predator or an abuser, they succumbed to cowardice or weakness.
On the outside, maybe they looked chill, or centered, or like they were just "minding their own business," but inside? They folded. They were cowards, plain and simple. That's the real reason they didn't act. Cowardice in that moment is a sin. It's the sin of doing nothing.
Of course, once we cave, we start making up these lame excuses to feel better; "it wasn't my business," or "I'm just choosing peace over conflict," or "that guy deserved it, it's just karma," or "I'm staying in my zen zone and nothing can shake me"—all that absolute garbage.
The truth is that tiny little voice you try to drown out, whispering, "you coward!"
And inevitably, that one nasty feeling follows you—like all your strength just drained out of you...
Like that person who was hurting someone while you just stood there watched... they basically sucked the life force right out of you.
We can laugh it off or pretend everything is fine after we run away, but that empty feeling? It's hard to make it vanish.
Conscience isn't just some "voice" or a nagging thought that comes and goes...
It's way deeper than that. It's followed by this sensation that—because of what we did or didn't do—someone literally ripped a piece of our soul away.
And that's no joke.
That "ripping" actually happens... it compromises our whole sense of being whole.
It's not just a figure of speech when people say "it took the soul out of you."
If stuff like that keeps happening, it can absolutely destroy a person... break them down to nothing.
Honestly, it's better to go out fighting if you have to than to live with that hollowed-out feeling.
BTW;
Someone who has nothing to eat and tries to survive (regardless of how we look at it) isn't sinning. They aren't gluttons. They're just surviving... doing whatever they can.
The law might come after them if they slip up, but deep down, they won't feel guilty.
Their conscience won't haunt them.
When I talk about gluttony, I don't just mean food; I mean any kind of excess or addiction.
Like someone so addicted to the internet that they neglect their family just for that dopamine hit—they're in the wrong.
An addict who ruins everything because they're enslaved to their fix? Yeah, definitely.
Every time they reach for that "hit" (whatever form it takes), one voice whispers, "you're doing something bad." And then another voice tries to justify it: "just this once... then I'll stop."
Etc...
We all know when it's "crunch time"... regardless of what anyone else says or the excuses we make to ourselves.
Punching someone in the face could be a heavy sin (violence) in one case, but in another, it's the exact opposite (pure courage)... and vice versa. Not hitting someone could be a sign of true strength (especially if you hold the power) or it could be pure cowardice. It all depends on the situation.