At The End Of The Day

Thinking back on everything, I realize I've had a lot of opportunities for short-term self gain at the expense of what I felt was right.

But you know, regardless of what you do, at the end of the day, it's just you and your pillow at night.

Now, a lot of people might be able to sleep off any such deviations of right.

But I can't.

When the world is asleep and all the faces I know have disappeared, it's just me there.

Just me.

And all the things they say, and all the standards their culture forwards, and all the expectations brought on by other souls become all but quiet echoes from a past memory. 

I lie there.  And it's just me.

And I wonder:

Do I like who I am?