Three

Humans are perhaps the most fascinating of all creatures. They can be cruel, loving, compassionate. They can be angry, anxious, depressed, joyous, full of hatred, admiration, both. I compare and find them unique, yet exactly the same. They all love, they all cry, the all hold on valiantly to the hope that they deserve something. Anything. Love. Sex. Friends. Pain.

The belief that our love is rational (This person is perfect). The hatred for that person is justified (Have you seen them lately? Ruthless.) The religion we follow is completely plausible (My parents told me so and I haven't found any opposing evidence)

It's amazing how far the human soul can stretch even the shallowest lie to fit current circumstances. A parent dies, there is no god. My mother's cancer is in remission, someone's looking out for me. My boyfriend cheated on me, he wasn't worth it anyway. Lies, lies, lies.

Circumstance is just that: circumstance. Humans come up with so many ways of explaining things when it all just boils down to what they want to believe. 

There are children dying in Africa, there's nothing I can do. There are thousands of homeless people, we can't help them all. Better not to waste the effort. But is it? Giving someone hope, even false hope, is sometimes the only thing we can give. Illusions though they may be, beliefs are beliefs, and they keep us tied to the ones we love and the world around us. 

When the core beliefs are shattered, often is the owner as well. But to be adaptable is the most honorable of goals. To easily pick up new beliefs and to carry them, whole heartedly, is perhaps the most important skill one can attain in life. To love and to be loved, excellent, yes. But if that love should fade, to find another and dedicate one's self to it is maybe just as honorable. 

Maybe.

In conclusion, the most honorable of all human traits is adaptability. In my opinion.