I find it interesting what we, as thinking humans (some of us) consider good or bad— or right or wrong. I haven’t believed in the concept for morals for around 4 years now, and maybe that has altered the way I think. But I don’t think anything is necessarily bad—except for perhaps murder, which could In some cases be considered acceptable by humans (death penalty.)
Anyway, tonight I was looking back to my high-school days. If I would have saw and heard myself now back then, then I would have thought I was evil and going to hell—I believed in hell back then. But I’ve come to realise that as we get older our concepts of black and White start fading and fading. Especially for someone living in California.
My life Is fun and daring now—in ways I’m afraid of. But you only live once, I think.
Cheers.
