We stand in a world of glass
Today, I must admit I was hurt by a message sent to me by someone whom I thought understood alot about me. Maybe they do and I really don't understand them. The thing is that how does one have room to grow and breath when we have all these rules and regulations that surround us in a glass box. These rules are invisiable not written down for me to read over but they are there and I know they are there. They are our proper morals. Someone the other day told me I was too much on the verge of moral relativism and that was not a good thing. To defend against the dark side one must learn the dark side. Or so something like that is stated in a star wars movie. So how can I be anything outside of the box without breaking the glass? Usually when a piece of glass breaks the whole entire thing is ruined. Is that the same for these rules. That necessarily that once I break one of the morals the others are soon to fall. I mean it seemed that way. If I do something I am ashamed of and is morally wrong. Don't I usually lie about it creating another moral error. When is the breaking point. When does the glass quit shattering. There has to be someone there to mend the holes too. I don't think that once you break out you can't ever be moral again. How long does it take to repair. Do I define my own moral glass. Or really to I live in an infinate number of glass boxes of different shapes and sizes and I only break ones whenever I cross someone else's moral barrier. Then I am immoral and wrong. I don't know. I can say I have hurt someone unintentionally trying to fix myself. Was it fair for me to break the glass in search of air. Whose glass box is it mine or theirs?