"Our lives are not our own. From womb to tomb, we are bound to others, past and present. And by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future."
- Cloud Atlas
This point has been driven home to me again and again recently. There are some days when I look at others and wonder at how they can live so selfishly. And then I realise I am no different. Albeit unconsciously (and to a lesser degree maybe?), but I have been doing it all the same. I've always thought that I should live for myself. Follow my heart. To work and fight for what I want. And that if I didn't intentionally hurt or step on others in the process then it was fine. But maybe even this is too selfish. I've just been going on, without really sparing a thought for the feelings of others around me. Right now I feel like I've been thrown into disarray and nothing really makes sense.
"He read a lot. Used a lot of big words. I think maybe part of what got him into trouble was that he did too much thinking. Sometimes he tried too hard to make sense of the world, to figure out why people were bad to each other so often."
- Into the Wild
Maybe I am too rational, too unfeeling. And I always try to strike a balance, see both sides of the story as it were. And maybe in doing that I fail to see either side.
And maybe I am too idealistic. Trying to see only the good in people, trying to be good. But what flawed, flawed human beings we are. What is "good" anyway? There is never any right and wrong, black and white, only all the shades of grey and moral ambiguity in between.
Okay I should stop thinking.
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I think I am more of a free-spirited bird.
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