Oh lover, I'll cover you

Sometimes in life we lose the things we love, we have changes that outfall our worst imagined pitfalls, we have setbacks and ends that do not justify the means. Yet, it is still said that it is how we come back from these low points that define who we are. But what happens when the thing you love is lost and it is not because of fate, but because of man? Do both aspects then define you or are you still defined by how you emerge from the particularly difficult situation? I think it is a little bit of both. If you are a factor in such a loss, how does that parallel to who you are as a person?

People argue against doctor assisted suicide, but what would they do if they were placed in that position? What if it was towards an animal, would they be resistant then? Most people would say no. But then why are animals, especially pets, on a lower level than human beings? If they suffer, it is our duty to put them out of their misery. But if it's our duty, who gave us this duty? And why do we sometimes regret it yet understand that the choice made was more humane then allowing them to suffer and live on steroids not even aware that they are still in existence; allowing them to hang in limbo. Would it be better to choke to death rather than be put to sleep? Is everyone agreeing yes because it could cause a terrible complex if they said no? Or are they saying yes because they truly do believe it is the right thing to do? How do you get over playing God for a puppy who was your best friend for so many years? How do you forgive those who put said puppy in the position where a decision needed to be made? Is it possible to forgive, or is it better to leave? The answers to this will determine life in the long run, but until answered, it's better to stay away.

Etude in F Minor Dissidence

How does one play God? When presented with such an opportunity does one take it? And if so, how does one cope with such a decision?

I have no answer to most of these questions, although I find myself wishing I did. Is doctor assisted suicide morally alright? Is suicide? Is murder? You are taught as a child that murder is wrong, be it in religion or through law. However, why is it permissible to murder during war? Why is murder fine if it works for the greater good? Why is losing hope the worst option possible? I'm not sure, I wish I knew but I can not even begin to answer these questions. They seems to be forever lost in a sea of many eternal questions. For instance, is there a soul?

How does one break away from social ideals and break apart a family for the greater good? And how can one person not see themselves as murderers when it is so evident it's biting them in the ass? The real question is, why are there so many questions?

I'm not sure, about anything. I thought I was but I suppose not so much. This semester has been a real eye opener, I just wish I still had my "mentors" to help me through this but I pushed them away, per usual. Oh well, this is how I will sort out all my thoughts, I suppose, until I come to a reasoned conclusion. Welcome to my blog about philosophy, life, politics, history, general musings, and complaints as I'm on the path for self-actualization.....