Beliefs. Ideals. Morals. Most of us know these terms as the pillars of our lives, as the absence of said pillars would erase the fine line between Man and beast. What do we make of those without them? Are they no more than uncivilised creatures who merely obey orders and let themselves be pushed around?
I believe our morals are what keeps us sane and drives us to abstain from actions that may deprive us of what every human deserves: Respect. Without morals to guide us in life, it's simply undignifying. It's as simple as respecting a lady, being patient and anything of the like.I may speak of morals like a preacher, but even my morals had been tainted as I grew up. My innocence as a kid was ruined by the people I grew up around. The family I was born into. But I am thankful for who I have become. It's the very same morals I've etched into myself that have guided me along in life. But lately... I'm losing sight of my ideals. It's been a horrible experience being led astray by my once-corrupted morals, and I truly do not wish to go through it again.
Ideals. Our own respective ideas of what should and should not be. As an individual, our ideals often go unheard or unvoiced and that leaves us feeling useless. Our endeavours are often rendered obsolete. Futile. But what's more aggravating is when the ideals of those with power in society get forcefully shoved down our throats, leaving us no room for voicing out our objections or opinions pertaining to the matter. But let's not think of too big a scope for this matter. Let's look at our relationships with the people around us. Conflicts may arise from clashing and conflicting ideals between multiple parties. But people need to understand something. Everyone has their own little internal world, a secret garden only they can enter. Each world follows its own internal logic; individuality. And the logic of one world means nothing in another. Understanding other people isn’t hard… It’s impossible. There will never be a true understanding of the minds around us, thus the ideals of everyone will constantly be at odds with one another. But when our ideals are never to be satisfied, what do you think happens?
"Inside every cynical person there is a disappointed idealist."
Cynicism. Something I've inevitably been infected with. All I care about is that things go my way. Because I've never had my ideals executed in any way I ever wished for. And as a result of that, I've become cynical. For those who've yet to be so, a piece of advice for you, if I may...
Hold true to your beliefs. Keep doing whatever it is you're doing as long as your morals and your ideals are not at odds with each other. Do so, and maybe, just maybe, your ideals will be realised one day. My ideals have yet to see the light of day, but my cynicism is not yet burned deep in me. The damage is still reversible. I believe I can still make myself heard. I believe in my own pillars of life.
After all, who else can undo the damage but myself?
-D.A~
