That inner voice

Ethics is taught at schools, churches and temples all over the world. However, within us there is something there that helps us to watch our own behavior and follow those ethics.

It is kind of an inner voice that tells you "Don't do it!" Probably it was that inner voice that warned corrupt politicians to not accept a bribe or a mother to not lie to her children.

But because it is a very soft voice, we normally don't pay much attention to it and when we do listen to it, we don't care. And when we do care, we still have problems to follow what that voice is saying. Years later, when you revise your life, that voice often comes back to you but when there is no time and no energy to put its instructions into practice.

Because even though many people affirm humans are the only animals born without a sense of direction, which is completely false. We do have a sense of direction, a natural sense of what is right and what is wrong and in the crossroads we meet in our lives, that inner voice comes and tells you the truth...

More than a morality that judges other people, that inner voice's duty is to show you the right path. So, my suggestion is that when that voice talks to you, note down what it says. Even though you can't use it right now, it can be useful later. Sometimes, it comes through others' arts; embrace it, because that is part of the compass you will use in your journey, your long journey.

Nehru, the first prime-minister of India and Gandhi's companion in their struggle for liberty used the last stanza of a poem that reminded him even though sometimes he was tired, there were still a few miles more to go...

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village, though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep. 

Robert Frost