“Do morals make us better people or are they shackles, preventing us from being true to ourselves?”
Looking back, I recall every time my parents or peers telling me that certain things (many things, if you ask me) should not be done or even thought of because they are immoral. It got me thinking. I mean, that basically means a significant number of things I want to do and features that make me, ME, are all classified as immoral. And it doesn’t help to know when your very parents brand you the BLACKSHEEP of the entire family. Now that blows.
Can anyone else relate? I know YOU can, but will you be kind enough (to yourself) to admit it?
Society, dictates how we ought to live. Isn’t this another way to simply bind us to a way of life which our forefathers preached many many years ago? I respond with a big FUCK YOU.
What did they know about the pleasures of life? How dare they tell us how to live?
I say, that those who insist on certain so-called moral values are the ones could not actually live out their fantasies and thereby resorted to vile tactics, hid behind religion and codes of conduct, and actually have the audacity to tell us what’s RIGHT AND WRONG. How fucked up is that?
End of the day, although man is apparently spiritually advanced and all that hyperbole, man has become his own worst enemy. Let’s face it. MAN IS YET ANOTHER ANIMAL. Sometimes better, but more often worse than our four-legged brothers. Isn’t it time we took a stick of dynamite and blew up this structure and went on to live our lives the way we see fit? Let’s live the way we want to. Do what (OR WHO) we want to do.
My question to YOU…
sn’t a moment/night of debauchery better than a night of loneliness fantasizing about things that you will not do because of what others will think?