Fighting

Its weird, but if you think about it. The only recourse one really has in life is to just keep fighting for the goal they want. At the end of the day, it is only yourself who can propel who where you want to go.

The world is a harsh place and if you stopped at every setback you'd get nowhere. Even in the deepest of pits, the best remedy appears to get up and fight for what you believe in. The issue that arises is what then is if your beliefs are gone and disillusioned.

Fight to live really. The meaning of life is that you're here. You put your own meaning to it. One man's treasure can be junk for another. Meaning is attached in the mind. What is the Mona Lisa but I collection of pigments on a board? What does it matter if it is burnt?

I wonder

I

The concept of 'I', 'Me' always distinct from the world. This separation, between self and 'I', a behind the eyes who looks out at the rest of the world. I forget where this prattle goes. To make a statement of the concept of a 'me' perhaps.

But who is 'I'? This collection of calcium, water, various proteins all held together in a nice pliable bag? The collection of mushy stuff that is your brain or is it this intangible, unobservable soul? Whatever the answer, unless it is the intangible soul it isn't immortal.

Sliding into morality, an atheist, (with empathy and humanistic leanings) would conclude that they should be the most moral. There is only one shot at life, and a horrific amount of people have this one shot at a 'normal' life ruined. The next question would be what is a normal life, but at the end of it the ideal is to ensue that people are able to lives relatively free from fear of violence and crime. peaceful lives if you will, without dying from simple denial of access to medicine or potable water.

How we in developed countries ignore this basically demonstrates the sheer amount of apathy we can conjure up for the developing nations. One death is a tragedy, a million is a statistic.