My mother had that annoying yet irresistible gift of finding a song or maxim that fitted most aptly whatever the mood of the moment. if she had been of the social media age she would have been perfect creating inspirationals for humanist encouragement sites. she was also graced with the ability to see the good in the most reprobate of people, even if it meant delving deep to discern it. where she struggled to perceive any redeeming features she would strive to find the WHY of a person. i can still hear her berating my sister and myself "if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." "don't judge until you know a person's history."
A battle rages within the psyche, a battle to be better......a battle to embrace the darker or brighter side of our nature....... it's a battle we must fight till our dying day........sometimes winning.......often losing......what matters is that we never, EVER cede the battle.