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Submitted: September 11, 2018

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Submitted: September 11, 2018



I was so ignorant at 15 and he told me so, of course why would i admit he was right. Id felt in my past lives i must have been a terrible person and learnt not to care. Id felt that in this new life id been forced to feel guilt for anything that caused a bad reaction. Id feel guilty that id said so many stupid things and made stupid accusations. What are morals though, in a world where our brain controls.

Cultural relativism, morals are relative to social groups and culture. Guilt seem unimportant on a flying rcok with hairless monkeys walking around talking gibrish. As humans and animals, we are ridiculous; documentaries about 15-year-old paedophiles and their loving families prove as much.

This stranger part of humanity is corrupt, violent and depressing, our culture moves in waves finding new ways to express ourselves. Humans are like children going through fazes and learning what to do and what to say. We struggle through science to find answers, we read books and listen to opinions always fighting to understand life.
We are our brains and nothing more, we are dependent on our upbringing, social status and quality of life. Humans are only genetics- only atoms held together by electricity and we called them molecules. I believe any small thing you eat, anything you say or hear will have an effect on your brain and there for you. We drink and take drugs, we gamble with our lives assuming we can take the worst, not realising we are victims to our own perception. We see colours though our own genetic makeup in our eyes so who’s to say someone out there sees more colours. We are vulnerable, and we are flawed but so magnificent. We can fight for power but in reality, we will have no more power than the power to choose ignorance.

I’ve come to the conclusion I’m trying to prove I’m good enough to a bunch of confused children who know no more than me. I’ve come to the conclusion that seeing as we don’t know what life is supposed to be, change behaviours and don’t feel guilty forever. It’s an abstract way of thinking that i find i struggle with, i try to remember murderers are children with axes. I battle with the idea of true morality and what that means or of it exists. Perhaps i find that maybe even these thoughts are pointless and then i eat my cereal.

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