It takes courage to wear white.

I look at people who do it all day and manage to avoid looking scruffy.

I don't have that skill at all. By the time I've left the house, there's already a splotch of something I won't notice until I've already left the driveway. Or a paw print. Or a bunch of dog hair. 

I realized today that those who avoid looking scruffy aren't keeping their whites any whiter than mine. They're just wearing their splotchy whites with confidence and gusto.

I wonder if it isn't the same about our inner selves. 

I wonder if all those people walking around with confidence aren't hiding a spirit as splotchy as my own.