Why do you feel bad? Are their lives and opinions that important? I know that the human being is kind at his core, of course, but that nature can be easily veiled with enough wrong ideas. The reason for rampant immorality in some places and times is not because the human being is a natural antisocial, solipsistic deviant but because some cultures heavily uphold wrong things and have completely let go of the right ideas.
I feel bad because I’ve made the world worse, or that I’ve disappointed myself. But when circumstances force me to act in ways I find immoral, I just feel disgust
I want good things for everyone in general, but I’m not some endlessly patient Buddha.
I just try to understand people through their own eyes… And I try to understand myself too. I feel what they feel, but I can also just walk away
But it’s not about them, not really.
It’s about me - who am I? Do I make things better or worse? Do I make people better or worse? If you brought me into a perfect world, would I make that world worse?
If there were 5 billion of me, what kind of world would it be?
Wait, what?? Are you guys walking around holding back a savage animal through raw force of will?
Like…I’ve done lots of things I regret, but then later I don’t want to do them anymore, because I know it’ll feel bad
Why do you feel bad? Are their lives and opinions that important? I know that the human being is kind at his core, of course, but that nature can be easily veiled with enough wrong ideas. The reason for rampant immorality in some places and times is not because the human being is a natural antisocial, solipsistic deviant but because some cultures heavily uphold wrong things and have completely let go of the right ideas.
I feel bad because I’ve made the world worse, or that I’ve disappointed myself. But when circumstances force me to act in ways I find immoral, I just feel disgust
I want good things for everyone in general, but I’m not some endlessly patient Buddha.
I just try to understand people through their own eyes… And I try to understand myself too. I feel what they feel, but I can also just walk away
But it’s not about them, not really.
It’s about me - who am I? Do I make things better or worse? Do I make people better or worse? If you brought me into a perfect world, would I make that world worse?
If there were 5 billion of me, what kind of world would it be?