I have observed that it is easier by far
To corrupt the character of people
Than to improve it.
And, perhaps, this is not better evinced
Than in the great popularity
Of ineffective self-improvement programs
That actually serve
By lowering the barre of society,
Rather than raising it.
They are all around us,
Teaching the masses
To feel good about themselves
Whether they become better people
In the long run or not.
But the wide road has always been wide—
And for good reason—
While the narrow has always been narrow
For want of wear.
And life can still be good here,
Amid the chaos and indifference—
For those who choose to care.
And those are the ones
Among whom I’d rather walk,
If, indeed, I am going their way
As I intend.
