Subterfuge

With a history of secrecy, a little subterfuge doesn’t push too many buttons. It takes a bit of nerve, some entitlement, and a willingness to live with the amplified feelings of getting away with it: guilty, wrong, and the threat of getting caught. Illicit activity holds us to our own accountability, whatever the dodgy dealing or in-flagrante blaze. If we want something enough, we live with it till we can’t. Or get caught in the act. What makes the subterfuge worth it, and how do we find that thrill or quality in our lives more honestly?