Sometimes it doesn't matter, if you are good or bad. The only thing that matters is, if you are.
I recently had a fight with my sister about being a bad brother. I'm never home. . . So she is right, I'm a bad brother, but in the end, I'm a brother.
I pondered if there is more to pain? the installs jabbered to me the counselor of pain trounced my love I reasoned if there is more to pain? would the pain ever end?