Over the past couple of months I have come to question the morality of my behaviour; a scary prospect of life to deal with.
What are morals?
I feel morals are rules we assign to ourselves as to not bring harm to others and ourselves. Morals keep us from raging down a self destructive path, knocking down everyone obstructing the way for the sake of our own emotions. Yet I question what stops my morals being very different to yours. Maybe I think killing small animals because they are an inconvenience to my life is acceptable, yet you think it is the most selfish, condescending and immoral behaviour known to man!
I am aware that I am highly emotionally attached to others judgement. Could this reflect my desperate attempt to get every one I know to love me, at risk of my self esteem plummeting? Except, when the judgement is rained upon me, it doesn't make it right. I state this and not question it; nobody wants to be told they have acted wrongly. So why do "we" take what other's think, say, feel, so personally? Maybe you don't. Shall I meet you in hell?
HELL! If what they say about God is true, then I'd like to humbly assume my opinion was valued. I'd like to think the almighty won't condemn me to eternal pain and suffering, just because I believe drinking until blindly intoxicated is acceptable. I'd like to think me and "him" could agree to disagree at the very least. All I am proposing is, if one man, woman, thing, spirit has the power to decide what is right and wrong and what punishment is therefore deserved; it's time to start re-evaluating what purpose we have on Earth.
This post is short and dull. Much like how I feel when I listen to others spreading their moral beliefs and judgment as something we should abide by.
As always- Klinkmillie x
