Myself

I find confronting myself the toughest. It is said that 'Practice makes man perfect'. Well... women are born 'perfect'. And in spite of confronting myself for over 20 years I still find it tough. Each time seems like the first time and as difficult as the first time. I am torn between what I want and what is right. Neither of them give me peace of mind coz not always what I want or desire is right. If I choose to do what I desire my conscience pinches me. But if I choose what is right my urge to fulfill the desire torments me.
Even otherwise, what do I do when I have the urge to quit my job n go home, spend all my time with my parents, and yet, don't wanna quit coz I no longer want dad to struggle for me? There are many such situations that tear me into shreds each day. But, I guess it is these that make my day worth living. At the end of each day my urge to win over myself every day makes me wait for the next morning.
But just one doubt, why do most things, day-night, good-bad, love-hate, Hum-Tum, come in pairs?