Algea
Sometimes you can't judge yourself using other's morals. People will say your wrong and maybe you are wrong. But humans are animals just like any other. We just have the ability to recognize and improve ourselves. But any animal gets lost in comfort, after all comfort is comfortable isn't it. So we lose ourselves, we lose our way. But we can navigate our way back.
Except there's no map back, no GPS. But there's no need for one. There is only one path, laid right in front of you, but every step on that path you feel the glass beneath your feet. Like the mermaid, who apparently was only skin deep. The question is will you stand there in comfort.
The pain will help you grow, but it's painful isn't it. You don't have to walk the path, it's your free choice. But one day you may be thrown forward. On that day you will wish you had walked the path and became familiar with the pain. For you I hope such a day will never come.
Maybe that's what they try to teach us, the people who hurt us. The people who yell at us, the one's who instruct us to be disciplined. They try to get us to walk down the path ourselves. Instead of being pulled along the path because as you stood in your comfort you missed the rope wrapped around your waste.
When the rope begins to pull you can't fight it and you can't see who's pulling the rope at the end. Until it's too late and you see the person who pulled the rope was you. A different you, someone who looks like you but you can't face that version of you. Because the pain is too unfamiliar, it is too agonizing. It's hard to make out the silhouette behind the tears in your eyes.