The Barrow

Sometimes I lament the freedom I have today in deciding what I believe is right. At times I even envy those who lived in more oppressive times, as this sort of decision must have been easier. Though, who knows? Maybe this has always been an agonizing internal debate for the differentiated person.

I know what my internal compass says, but this so often doesn't line up with what either of the two dominant culture-war “tribes” believe, so following this compass could very likely simply result in complete ostracization from any social group. If I only had to worry about myself, this wouldn't matter, but having a family, it can seem detrimental to their safety and comfort in a selfish way: choosing my ability to live honestly over the wellbeing of those who depend upon me. It can be a thin line to walk, as I also don't wish to participate in any endeavors or efforts which go in a direction which seems diametrically opposed to my own compass, either.

It seems the best approach is the heathen one: I think of a series of concentric circles around me and make decisions this way. If it's best for my family and the people to whom I am beholden.... It's probably best.

Or.... Is it moral to continue participating in these bonds (outside of family, of course) while holding beliefs I know they'd hate me for?

It seems there are no easy answers here.