The cost of good faith is the willingness to be wrong.

There is good in this world.

Is there?

I think so.

Some reach for it.

Some remember.

But fewer than we like to admit.

Good faith is not passive.

It demands attention.

It demands work.

It demands clarity when comfort would be easier.

We choose—good or bad.

You know. I know.

But sometimes the choice hides itself.

We know when we have denied good faith its due.

We know when we trade truth for convenience.