Life is filled with contradictions, cliches, constants and conflicts. There are no absolutes, no black & whites. We tend to govern our lives with fundamental principles, but the rate at which these principles evolve is also the rate at which we mature. And with maturity comes a sense of incredulity at the things we have believed in, prioritised and valued.
Personally, whenever I muse about moralities, and more now than ever, my arguments scatter on uneven grounds. On the one hand, life is way too short to assess each situation under the moral microscope and do what seems “right”, than simply embrace a moment and flow with it. This is particularly true when you purely believe in science, or disbelieve in any form of rebirth. Karma, I suppose, comes into play only in matters which exert an influence, good or bad, on others. On the other hand, however, a society devoid of morals will undoubtedly become a chaos fest, and the guilt does bear a certain inexplicable weight on the mind. I guess my dilemma is whether it is really worth contemplating, assessing and judging a situation based on its moral implications when its impact is, in all likelihood, negligible in even the smaller scheme of things.
There are so many issues which on face value are presumed to be right or wrong, prey to the fallacy of tradition. It is only when we open ourselves to re-evaluating them in context of our evolved values that we can find a perspective that was obvious all along. Take anything from abortion to suicide to mercy-killing, it fits. Modern-thinking might be tainted by just that, but it is our generation that will shade the blacks, whites and greys of tomorrow.
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