Mar 6, 2013 - Ethics, philosophy    No Comments

Morals & Dogma


I would say that University was for me a great time for reflection. Even though I have always read a lot on the account of my father being an avid fan of falling asleep with a book covering his face there was never a lot of time spent reflecting on any of the truths contained in the material that I went through.

I was always just to busy with playing sports or meeting friends or any of the other myriad of things that occupy the day of your average youth. In many ways I did these things because I enjoyed them but also because I always felt that my mind was very loud. If I did not fill my waking hours with activity my mind would race at 100 mp/h with thoughts on all kinds of topics. To some part this is true even today and I find that if I do not make sure to exercise properly my mind catches up with my body and drives it to absolute madness.

There needs to be balance in all things and for me the hardest part is that of the mental vs the physical.

During University I dare say however that I spent less time focusing on my body and more time focusing on my mind. This is what University is for so in no way do I regret wandering the huge library to randomly pick up books and spend hours reading on obscure topics much of which will probably never really benefit me in the real sense of the word.

The environment was filled with scholars and thinkers from all parts of the world and if there was ever a time when I consolidated thoughts that I had always had on the equality of man and race this was it. Walls were broken, borders crossed and pre-conceived notions on what the world was/is and how it works were shattered into a million pieces.

Having gone through an incomplete metamorphosis I remember going home to my father and asking him in a most insensitive fashion “at what time in life one gives up his ideals” My father answered me as best he could but no answer would have been right as my thinking was still very much in an infant stage.

One never gives up on his morals and I dare say my father never did.

Dogma then is the way that we organize these morals into a system of belief that we make work for ourselves.

The morals are the good and the bad and the luggage we carry with us.

The dogma is how we fit these into our daily lives to create who we are and how we interact with society.

I want to live a life where I added something to the equation.

I want to be remembered as someone who always tried to shine light into the shadows.

I  want my friends to know that I care about them.

I want my actions to always be based on love.

When truth stares you in the face know that you are blessed.

Only a fool ignores the truths that are put before him.

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