30 Days of Blogging: Day 3 Discovering Morals

It is now the third day of my 30 Days of Blogging Challenge. Previously I announced using prompts to build a foundation. Today’s prompt is from the non-fiction suggestions. I am to write about discovering morals.

What are my morals?

Merriam-Webster defines morals as:

Definition of moral

1a : of or relating to principles of right and wrong in behavior : ethical moral judgments

b : expressing or teaching a conception of right behavior a moral poem

c : conforming to a standard of right behavior took a moral position on the issue though it cost him the nomination

d : sanctioned by or operative on one’s conscience or ethical judgment a moral obligation

e : capable of right and wrong action a moral agent

2 : probable though not proved : virtual a moral certainty

3 : perceptual or psychological rather than tangible or practical in nature or effect a moral victory moral support

With the above definition, I think my morals developed from being ‘othered’ as a youth. Adding to the formation of my morals is avoiding being harmed. Being treated like shit is wrong and I would like to avoid doing that to others. I think I use that as an excuse to avoid interacting with people.

I’d like to think that I am capable of deciphering right from wrong. My only issue is that I feel powerless in my isolation. Writing about morals is harder than I thought.

Where do your morals come from?

They come from being treated like a commodity. I live in a world where people with my skin colour were seen as non-Humans. As much as society likes to claim progress has been made socially; it is not so. There are descendants of slaveowners and overseers trying establish overt indignity of my existence. The presence of people with my skin colour is proof of an unpunished crime. The dominant society is attempting to acknowledge this wrong. However, there exist others who wish to deny my reality.

I know this reaction is a shame. Denial is used to preserve one’s ego. I am not judging, I accept the reality for which I live. There are those invested in ignoring the atrocities committed in the name of ‘civilization’. If I am to live in society, I must accept that our times are built on unpunished genocide and I am powerless to stop it. I believe this is another reason why I keep to myself.

I guess I want to live in a way in which I do not have to harm people, and in return, I myself am not harmed.

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