I just finished my homework about my last lesson of philosophy. It was about testing the character of a human being by looking at his behaviour towards weaker creatures.
The idea behind it is, that you don’t act because the person or the animal can be useful for you (because obviously it’s weaker and it doesn’t have any use for you really) and you don’t have to fear it either. And that’s the point. How do you have towards it?
It cannot hurt you, it isn’t useful to you, so are you allowed to hurt it? To kill it? To cause it pain?

That gave me the idea for this entry. It’s kinda philosophically because there are just some things that won’t go off my mind, that stay there and make me think of them over and over again until I write them down.
I think the worst thing God has ever done, even though I don’t believe in him, but if he exist, is having given the human being such a great intelligence, the ability of thinking, of calculation. It doesn’t make us any better than other animals, really. We are worse than them.
We hurt because we want to, because we like it and it brings us pleasure and fun. We hurt because we want to, not because we have to which is what other animals do. A lion doesn’t play around with his prey before he eats it, he doesn’t hurt it because he likes it but because he has to. He wants to survive, that’s why he has to kill.
But why are we so cruel then?
What makes people hurt others with words, with acts? What makes pupils in school bully another child just because he or she is different? What makes them think they are something better?

In my opinion we just try to forget that we don’t count in this world, none of us. The world keeps spinning even though we want to make it stand still from time to time, just for us. But it doesn’t and even if we die it will go on, as if nothing has ever happened. We will disappear and be forgotten soon. It’ll be like we have never ever existed.
A thought none of us really likes, I know.
So what do people do? They hurt others, mentally, physically. Just to make themselves feel a little better, to heal what someone we will never know about has ripped open. We suppress others with the power we have, sometimes it might be just a little more than they have. But nevertheless we show it to them, we break them down. But is that small moment of pride, of victory really worth the pain we cause others?
Isn’t it selfish to break others just to make us forget about the nonsense of our lives for a short moment?
We want to distract ourselves from an ending life, we search for ways to live forever. But when will people notice that there is nothing bad about death at all? Even when being forgotten? It’s just normal. I doubt a mayfly will spend its whole life in complaining about its short life. It just lives. It does it, even though it might seem senseless to us.
But isn’t that mayfly high above us then? Just living without asking why, without wanting to know why it lives, when it will die the other day?
I could run around, asking myself why I’m here, what this is all about and what will happen, or I can just start living. We try to achieve an aim that will never be reachable and spend our entire lives on it just to notice in the end that we threw this life away, because there will be no other, even though we try to tell ourselves that there will be one, someday, somehow.
We don’t know about it and even if we want to believe it we can never be sure.

So why don’t we start living our lives now?

Thoughts are always welcome.

Cheerio