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I had the oddest moral dillema a few days ago.
I saw a dollar on the ground the other day. There was no one around, and it was just a dollar, but I debated whether or not to take it. I think I stood there for a minute, before I eventually took it.
Sure, it was insignificant, but it struck me in the oddest way. A year ago, I think I would have left it there. Because if I didn't take it, someone else would have, and they would glean some amount of happiness from it. It was like the choice represented whether or not I wanted to accept that I had changed.
It was as if taking it represented that I was less willing to leave things as they are, and was more focused on my own self-interest. It's like I had stepped back and viewed the world in the third person, and finally decided to go back.
Then I went back to class. Odd.
I saw a dollar on the ground the other day. There was no one around, and it was just a dollar, but I debated whether or not to take it. I think I stood there for a minute, before I eventually took it.
Sure, it was insignificant, but it struck me in the oddest way. A year ago, I think I would have left it there. Because if I didn't take it, someone else would have, and they would glean some amount of happiness from it. It was like the choice represented whether or not I wanted to accept that I had changed.
It was as if taking it represented that I was less willing to leave things as they are, and was more focused on my own self-interest. It's like I had stepped back and viewed the world in the third person, and finally decided to go back.
Then I went back to class. Odd.