I think life, along with everything in it, is like a grey area, like a question mark, like a sentence without a period.
It’s unstoppable, unending, unclear. Keeps us wondering helplessly, trying to make sense of every aspect without really knowing a single bit.
Whenever we find out about something, in the exact time we realize how there is oh so much more we don’t know about the same thing we just found out about. And what we know, we can’t decide as right or wrong. Because isn’t it relative, different to each and every mind?
But then where in life can we place our morals? Because nothing, I think, can or should be truly free of judgment. There are many things that are intolerable to me, like, I don’t know, child abuse, that I can deem wrong without any doubt.
Just to reach a point, I can try to conclude everything and say that there’s no right and wrong in this world, because everything is relative. Then there is only more right or more wrong, leanings to each side. They are relative still, but at least they make more sense.