Is there such a thing as a Universal right and a Universal wrong?

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This is a rather tough question. I am currently typing this up as I’m on Facetime with my girlfriend and dropping a dump so, ya know, really putting in maximum effort here lol. Anyways, she just hung up so, here goes.

Are there such things as a universal right or wrong. Well, how would you define a universal right or wrong. Is it defined by something that makes you happy? I wouldn’t say that. I think people reading this can come to terms with the fact that something right or wrong has nothing to do with what makes you happy. That it is some type of higher calling beyond our own ego and selfish means. Would survival constitute as a universal right? And if one country is being exterminated by another, does the underdog have the right to enact a universal wrong of “killing”, to enact a universal right of surviving? How far does this universal right or wrong expand. Surely, just within the scope of our world. Because I’m not sure how aliens would feel about fleshy life forms on two legs with fabric on, trying to teach them about how to live life.

So okay, what if theres no universal right or universal wrong? My brain enjoys this topic alot more because its a hell of a lot less constrained. But if theres no one definition for either, then are individual humans allowed to come up with their own? Which thoughts derive from ourselves, and which thoughts derive from a higher power, ensuring the balance of the world remains in place? How much is free will versus a will for everyone to be free. See because what if everyone right now just said, its okay to kill anyone you have an issue with. Well we’d all be dead lol. You remember that guy you walked past without saying hello to? Yea, crossbow. You remember the old lady you aint help across the street? How about a hot .45 to the kapernick ? (kapernick being a spin on the word cap which is a spin on the word noggin, just thought i’d define it for the less slang inclined, yea bitch the hood has intricate vocabulary too). You know, we’d all be dead. So what if this higher power ingrains humans to be born to fall within their own set of universal rights or wrongs, which falls into a bigger set of a universal right or wrong, maintaining a balance that we cant see? now wouldn’t that be interesting? Ive always had this idea that I would go up Heaven and be like, “Yo God, why you did all this, I just cant understand how you can do (insert various human atrocities, natural disaster, newborn tragedies here) and just expect shit to be gucci, like what is wrong with you?” and in all his infinite bearded wisdom he’d sit me down on his mighty lap and id stroke his beard and he’d go “my son, there are containers of thought in which you reside, and containers of thought in which i reside, and maybe even containers of thought beyond that, for it is not bound by your understanding or mine, but by the infinite expansion of possibility” ooo just thinking of that makes my dick hard I cant even lie lololol. Boy I cant wait…

Anyways , Do I believe in a Universal right or wrong? No, but yes I do. because although it may not be universal to us, it could be universal to a higher degree. And just because babies being born with maggots that eat their body alive doesn’t make sense to human #03261996 , doesn’t mean theres not a bigger course of play here. In order to ever even bow my head to the grace of a power higher than myself, I had to kill my ego(lol but lets be honest its not even dead yet) , BUT, taking the journey to doing so, has opened up my mind to the idea of “I Don’t Know” , which has saved me so much time, and possibly my own life. Which you will hear discussed, in the next chapter.

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Who are you voting for ?

When the media was first introduced. It was a means of expressing information. It was a means of getting information out to bodies of people , fast and concisely. I am unsure of when , but at some point , the companies that distributed information recognized social pockets of people could be profited off of , by picking and choosing which information to release, and what stance to base the information off of. And after many years went by , one of the biggest expressions of this , is through the republican and democratic parties.

The debate was insignificant. Each of us was blessed with the intelligence to know exactly how it was going to go, and we were not wrong. What I paid more attention to , is what companies posted the information , what clips of the information was posted , and through what streaming service. NBC posted a 4 min video of a 2 hour debate that was highlights. In these highlights it showed Trump interrupting Biden. Fox posts a similarly long clip , of Biden stammering , stuttering , and Those same interrupting clips. On one side Trump looks like a bully. On the other Biden looks like a fool.

How the media portrays these two individuals doesn’t concern me. What does , is how many people are under the comments of both , passionate about who they want to vote for and degrading the other candidate to do so. Is this wrong ? No. But did they ever stop to realize that they are being manipulated? That the information being fed to them is meant to box them into one side or another. That the information being put out is not , and will never be , the actual truth, but just a filtered version of such.

I ask a more important question , do they care ? And just how many people fall into this manipulation. 20%? 40%? 60%? I don’t know. Many people seem to have figured out exactly what I have , and feel absolutely powerless to stop it. That all they can do , is write statuses/blog posts like this. Expressing their frustration and hoping to find solace with one another , watching as the general populous fall into the devious trap set up by those that they have put their trust in.

My moral code does not align with certain lies. Do I lie ? Yes. Do I lie to benefit myself sometimes? Yes. But do I lie to blatantly hurt people ? No. Do I lie to profit off of people ? No. We all lie, but when put in positions where our lies hurt more than just ourselves , but millions or billions of people , many of us wouldn’t be able to.

I won’t vote. I don’t believe that Biden is better than Trump. And I don’t believe that Trump is better than Biden. Do I know every policy ? No. Do I sift through government regulations all day to figure it out ? No. Do I think I should ? No. Because why am I sifting through the documents of a government I can’t trust ? What purpose does it serve me to rack my brain to do so ? So I can vote on a false promise on either side? So I can feel morally right but in actually be voting towards a moral wrong ? I refuse to do so, and refuse to feel bad about it either.

There are people who understand what I’m talking about and those are the people I am speaking to , and speaking on behalf of. There are many people who feel just like me and shouldn’t feel castrated by public opinion to think or do otherwise. I pray that we can reach a time in this country in which deceit , lies , corruption, greed, and hate , are not the foundation of this country, but something that we strive to expunge.

Thank You.

My Wrong is Your(s)… Right?

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Growing up in the Bronx, there are a particular set of morals and ethics unbeknownst to those that live outside of our realm. From the way we dress, talk, behave, there are a set of factors that could make us seem rather “different” from Sally Bob Joe Bob from Kentucky(just to draw a stark comparison). One infamous rule is Stepping on someones shoe. In the South Bronx, stepping on someones shoe is big no no. And the cases in which stepping on someones shoe was inevitable; lets say on a crowded bus or train, and you did not apologize, is grounds for ending up on a Worldstar post. Why am I mentioning this? Well this example is a prime case in which someones right, can be another ones wrong. Because we all live on this planet together, we are bound by the chains of survival. And in this existence, where we are unable to survive without the assistance of another human, we must deal with learning the colloquialisms that exist within our shared spaces. This applies to kids playing recess in kindergarten, all the way up to the reasons why your favorite married couple are filing for a divorce. “Okay so some people like some things, and some people like others, what is the big deal?” Well as simple as this idea may seem , it gets more complicated when you dive into the factors that make communication between parties so difficult such as tone, volume, body language, verbiage, intent, and many other factors. It makes it worse, when all of these factors are based not only on brain physiology , but how we were raised, the environment that circumferences our household , our behavior that has been altered by those we idolize , and how we feel and think about the individual. When you see the amount of different factors that can go right and wrong in a simple exchange such as stepping on someones shoe, could you imagine foreign nations dealing with diplomatic issues ? war? racism? relationships? All of these different means of communication and judgement and feelings and thoughts, leads me to believe we focus so heavy on the things that go wrong that we don’t acknowledge enough of the exchanges that go right. The definition of right and wrong are relative to the person defining. However, is there such a thing as a Universal right and a Universal wrong? Lets discuss that in the next chapter.

Life is Luck.

For a long time I firmly believed that hard work is dedication is what got you ahead. But I realize that was an ideology I clung to in order to motivate myself and give justification for unsuccessful people. From the little girl who’s house burned down when I was in 8th grade, to the boy who’s mom was addicted to drugs with no father in the house, who thought the only way to combat his school bully was to stab him to death, to the girl who was molested by everyone she thought ever cared for her, your life is a byproduct of generational curses. A byproduct of the people who came before you. People would then argue, well what about the success stories of people who were homeless, drug addicts, locked up. Well that’s exactly what those situations are, stories. And even if there were hundreds of thousands of stories like that, how does that compare to the 6 billion other people? The “losers” who die and never saw their fairytale ending. I guess we should tell the cancer patients that they just didn’t try hard enough. Or starving children. Or people born in crack, and roach infested houses that if you just focus on school, you’ll make it. It’s simply not true. Your life is riddled with choices and the choices you make are not just determined by you. Someone still has to choose you. Someone , somewhere, who opens the door to that new job, or better pay, or golden opportunity, someone has to see you, and choose you. And people are overlooked every single day. But I still work hard. I still delude myself with this belief that if I just keep going no matter what, eventually things will work out in the end. But everyday I look over my shoulder worried that life will do its life thing again, and something completely out of my control will throw my life into a spiral. Some people rarely experience this phenomenon, so I can understand you reading this and not understanding, or believing it’s too dark. But you should count yourself as lucky. It’s so sick because people don’t even want to believe they are lucky because they will feel guilty for it. But there’s nothing to be guilty about. Gratefulness is all that’s necessary. So heres to luck. Here’s to everyday I breathe when my mother can’t. Here’s to everyday I am drug free while my sister struggles. But somehow I’m expected to live being tormented by the thoughts I have in my head. The overwhelming sadness and loneliness. The anger as I watch people smile. And enjoy. And take for granted everything I once did too. The only thing separating me and you is truly a series of unfortunate events. So enjoy it while you can. And I pray it never happens to you. But don’t believe you’re here because of hard work. Hard work has nothing to do with it.

Failure.

I feel like so many people failed me. So many. Why couldn’t they see me. Why couldn’t any of them just see I was being abused at home. I was hurting. I was a child. My behavior wasn’t normal to be just a child. I was fighting , spitting on other kids, ditching school. Nobody helped. Nobody reached out. I used to beg teachers to not call home just so I wouldn’t be beat. And they would call home anyway and ask my mom not to beat me???? Fuck them. Fuck them all. Fucking idiots. They’re all dumb. If I were them, so many kids would be saved. They would feel safe. I’m resign a book that is teaching me about identifying behavior and how it correlates to childhood experiences. And it’s just insane how obvious I was going through something at home. How did nobody know? My family ? My friends ? Nobody?

Rotten Leaves.

I just can’t allow him to violate me anymore. If I do, I’m just repeating the cycle that’s been ingrained in me since birth. I’ve always been disrespected. Since being in my mother’s stomach. She doing drugs , drinking, because fuck me right? I don’t deserve a fair shot at life right? I was born a premature baby. Shaking, convulsing. I wanted drugs before I took my first breath. And when I was 9 months, and done incubating, they shipped my mom off to rehab, my dad was already in jail, and me in foster care.

I talk about these things because it’s all about the roots. Sometimes all we see are rotten leaves. Sometimes, we see an angry man, who just bitches, and moans, and whines, and complains. But I don’t see that man when I look in the mirror. I see a man that demands a standard in life. That does not allow the winds of life to sway me. For I am not a rotten leaf. I am strong, sturdy, grounded to my roots. I won’t tolerate disrespect. I can’t tolerate. For me to tolerate disrespect is for me to against everything I stand for. so you must go. So I can be free.

Is there any benefit to living a virtuous life?

Social media makes my head hurt, I often see good things happen to people that have treated others terribly. And I get angry. “Why do they deserve good things to happen to them!” I scream. Forgetting that I’ve done terrible things to people too. And I’m sure people have looked at my life and thought the same thing. It’s always about money for me. Always has been my entire life. Why did my mom get to take all my birthday and Christmas and social security and child support money and spend it on herself? Why did classmates get to steal my game consoles and enjoy it ? Fast forward and why do people get to loot during riots and enjoy what they’ve stolen? Why do people get to scam a ppp loan and clear themselves out of debt and become financially free ? Why do people get to sell drugs and live luxurious lifestyles ?

Is there any benefit to living a virtuous life beside the ego in ones self to say I’m doing things the “right” way? If I don’t know what type of life lead someone to doing nefarious things then I can’t really judge them for doing said actions correct ? Is it the fact that good people can come from bad situations that creates an incompromissable law , that bad people coming from bad situations don’t get to benefit from in the same way? Does Heaven solve all of these problems ? Does everyone get to go? Or is there really a method to all this madness ?

Is there any benefit to living a virtuous life?
Cause I can see the clear benefit of doing things for ones self. But I struggle in seeing the benefit of doing things for the sake of not harming someone else if it gets you further ahead. Besides the theory of Karma of course. Which makes no sense because things always happen to people regardless of living virtuously or not ! So I guess I just don’t really understand.

Struggling here.

The Truth.

Lol sorry in advance, but a part of me just feels like being truthful today.

We are nothing but really smart variations of apes.

That’s it.

Everything we’ve created , are merely manifestations of thoughts and creations. I don’t know why we have a higher level of consciousness than every other mammal or living being on this planet. I don’t even know if we do. All I know is that we are alive , and aware of being alive.

Your job , your beliefs , your family , your entire life , was either predetermined and it doesn’t matter what you do because it was going to happen anyway , or you have choices much like a fish in a bowl. I don’t know which is true either.

This internet, this social media, is all I lie. In my profile picture I looked like that for a split second in a trillion second existence. Everything I post is calculated , so there’s little room for mistakes. I never show the bad times because people will lie and pretend they don’t go through the same thing, because we are so worried about each other’s opinion. Why? Maybe it’s because we are one another. Maybe it’s because there is no separation. Maybe it’s because we spend our entire lives trying to live an individual life , instead of coming together as one sentient life form. Maybe that’s why we believe in God. It’s a projection of what we want and desire the most , unconditional togetherness….

But keep scrolling like you didn’t even read this. Keep being a good little smart ape variant. Work your job just like other ape variants told you to. Make your money and support the family you never chose , and the family you did. Use that money to buy things to make you feel accomplished, and come right back here to show it off. Because we care so much about each other’s opinion. Hey , would I be posting about it if I didn’t want people to think I somehow have the answers. I know nothing. I’m just speaking a truth I think to be correct.

Sometimes I sit and stare at my hands and just think, sometimes I sit and stare in the mirror and just think…. what am I , and what is this vessel? Why can I experience , and can anyone else , anything else , hear my cries out for understanding? But nothing talks back besides the voice in my head. It’s either my ego/conscious , God , or the real me. And it won’t be until I die that I find that out.

But for now , I will live. I will Keep being a good little smart ape variant. I will Work my job just like other ape variants told me to. I will Make my money and support the family I never chose , and the family I did. I will Use that money to buy things to make me feel accomplished, and come right back here to show it off. Because I care so much about everyone else’s opinion. Hey , would I be posting about it if I didn’t want people to think I somehow have the answers. And still, I know nothing. I’m just speaking a truth I think to be correct.

The Journey Begin’s Part II


*If you did not get the chance to read : “The Journey Begins” I would strongly advise you to, in order to understand the topics discussed in this chapter. *

We’ve discussed in the earlier chapter that life exists because of three things. Thinking , feeling, and perspective. And that because of these three things, there are a multitude of people that exist because everyone, thinks, and feels differently based on their background, living environment, etc. which in turn, creates a unique perspective to them. Often times, we categorize people into two groups, someone that does good and is beneficial for humanity , and someone that is bad and negatively impacts society and those around them. And often times, we look at prophets such as Jesus of Nazareth, and how he loved everyone, even his enemies, and wonder how it was possible to love someone that is hurting your mind, body, and spirit. This is where we get into the idea of balance.

Balance is defined as “an even distribution of weight enabling someone or something to remain upright and steady.” In this case, That something would be society. and both sides of the scale would be good and bad. The definition of balance also equates to a state of harmony. Yin and Yang for example. Lets say we lived in a society where everything was good and righteous, do you believe it would defeat the purpose of living? what would death become? would it be something freeing, or something bad? Could death exist in a place where everything is good? Lets say the opposite is true, and we lived in a society where everything was bad, what would birth be? a damnation? A form of punishment? would that make death freeing? could something freeing like death , exist in a bad world? The answer is, both sides exist , to make us appreciate and understand the other. Therefore , the people that emulate these characteristics also do the same.

I think that we can all acknowledge that within ourselves there is good and bad. That we struggle between the right and wrong things to do. And in most cases, we end up performing both throughout our lifetimes depending on the situation. Since humans are a reflection of the universe we live in, wouldn’t it make sense that we emulate what the universe already has in place? Human beings that do “bad” shouldn’t be judged, because they are supposed to do bad. We always hear people say, “People that do good, shouldn’t be praised, because they are supposed to do good. People must uphold a good, moral and ethical standard!” Well what about the balance of the world? Shouldn’t people also have negative morals and ethics, to build other strong people? Without challenge, how do we grow and become the people that we admire to be? Bad people fulfill a purpose that none of us want to acknowledge. And because they do, they are something to be loved, and appreciated.

We may not all understand them, but if you’re struggling to, look within yourself. You may have committed an act that really hurt someone else. That they could never see themselves doing, relationaly speaking, you as a cheater in a marriage, is no better than an individual that murdered someone , to the individual that murdered several humans, because you all caused a level of pain that you cant empathize with, or fathom, because you aren’t the one you dealt the pain to. What this does, is allow us to put everyone on the same playing field, and therefore love them the same. Unconditional love doesn’t come in tiers. If you truly want to love everyone, you have to love EVERYONE. And it may be hard to wrap your head around, but it is the truth. Does this mean that we take away jails, and let people run around doing bad things? no. But it does mean that maybe we should change what jail is, and how we rehabilitate people and handle bad deeds as a society. Parallel to good and bad, are what is right and what is wrong. And that will be discussed, in chapter 3.

What is life REALLY all about?

I hear people ask, as I have myself, “What is life all about?”. And I think the most ironic thing about this question is that your life, is answering the question. Life is an experience. That’s something we can all agree on, right? Some would say bad, others would say good, underwhelming, exhilarating, and all things in between and beyond. One thing all humans share, is the ability to experience. We each share a unique experience. Our birth is the creation of a new set of eyes for our higher self to see through. What is this higher self? Our higher self is us. From the atoms that make us up, to the atoms that exist in the Universe, we are one. Everything is alive. Every single piece of matter vibrates. Look up the “Law of Vibration”. Everything moves, everything is alive. There are things our human eye can and cannot see. Because everything is alive it’s important to understand that everything has a unique perspective on life in the universe. Everything also has a unique perspective of death. It is that perspective, that is the experience. We often spend our whole life chasing something that is already in us, something that we already are. We spend time thinking that our way of life is right and just, when everyone exists for  a reason. There is no human life, more important than the other. Everyone fulfills a greater purpose. Everyone maintains a balance. When you die. You will understand. You already have understood. But once you are recycled back into life you are given another perspective. Another shot to have a perspective. So enjoy the one you are given now. Don’t be stuck in anguish, or hate, or guilt, for those feelings are void of love. You need to love life. Love the experience. Generate love, and receive it, and things will be better for you. Life is about living. You are what life is right now. The words are tough to find but I hope that this has given people some sort of description and idea.