What exactly defines good or evil?
It seems every clear when it is first presented to you, but it then starts to get harder to solve once you delve further down into its concept.
On what principles do you deem a certain behavior or action to be evil or incorrect and on what principles do you deem a certain behavior or action to be good?
—It's simple, really.
There is no such thing as good or evil.
Sentient life tend to place purpose and meaning onto abstract concepts like emotions and morals, it's useless—but it provides a sense of comfort to those who try to understand the unfathomable.
Humans naturally fear what they are not aware of, like death—they are not afraid of death itself but of what happens after. Does your soul drift off into the expansive universe or do you reincarnate into another world, living a completely new, unpredictable life? Do we even have souls?
Humans find solace in understanding, false or not— it's incredibly foolish, turning a blind eye to the inevitable truth that, what remains unknown cannot be understood and there is nothing we can do about it.
I knew that, but I prefered to stay in my comfort zone, safe in a fragile bubble of excuses and explanaitions—for ignorance truly is bliss.
I had already seen it infront of me, but I decided to close my eyes and slumber in a world of carefully constructed lies and falsehoods.
I willingly became an insignificant pawn in a grandly orchestrated game, watching on without purpose as the chessmen slowly fell to the player's calculated and cunning moves. I just—went with the flow I guess.
I never truly had an identity of my own— it's hard to be yourself when you pretend to be someone you're not for most of your life. I always lived for others—thats a good thing, right? In turn never having time for myself.
I danced through a myriad of responsibilities and expectations all my life, I made myself out to be perfect, like a pure white canvas without blemishes—this way, I wouldn't be abandoned.
I was needed—I was used, achieving what I had worked so hard for. My head was held so high in the clouds, I had failed to notice the malicious intentions of those around me. I had unknowingly fallen right into an elaborate trap, backed against a wall with no way out. I knew it then—it was the end of me.
I made no real effort to resist my impending doom, the burning passion in my eyes that blazed so intensely had become a fragile husk of it's former self—come to think of it, what goal other than to not be abandoned did I strive so hard to achieve?
Numbly looking on as the cold blade of death's scythe inched closer to my neck, I felt no semblance of hesitation, instead a feeling of euphoria filled my being as the cold touch of death slowly enveloped my body. If I was going to die anyway, then where was the harm in doing it myself?
I looked on as the hang man's noose hung loosely, the crudely crafted stool creaking from my weight. It hovered there, seemingly inviting me into entering an eternal slumber.
This is it. This wretched life—
With hands as still as a lake, I took hold of the coarse rope as its rough surface sent a wave of stings through my palm. It snugly wrapped around my neck like a necklace, scratching the fragile skin on my neck.
—My liberation.
I tightened the noose, ensuring that no complications would stop me from getting the freedom I so desperately yearned for. I quietly bowed my head, positioning myself for what was to come.
My pain, my suffering—
I let out a large exhale, ensuring that my death would be with minimal pain and as short as possible. I closed my eyes, taking a moment to steady myself. And with one kick, the stool that kept my body from hanging off of my neck skidded to the opposite side of the room, leaving me suspended in the air.
Ugh–!
My throat felt like it was being crushed by a truck, my constricted lungs desperately trying to receive oxygen but to no avail. I quietly struggled, black dots dancing around my vision as my face turned into a shade of red. My eyes turned bloodshot as I looked towards the ground, the ringing sound in my ears gradually amplifipying itself.
—Finally,
My struggling body finally went limp as my world went black, the only thing that filled the blank void was the rebarbative sound of ringing that went on for a few seconds before everything stopped, the quiet abyss embracing me in it's presence.
—It's all over.
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—I take that back.
Describe the feeling of waking up in the body of a young, idiotic noble brat.