Avolition - Poverty of Will
Avolition - Poverty of Will
If I am as intelligent as I feel, why am I so devoid of passion?
If I am as unexceptional as this suggests, then why am I so painstakingly perceptive of the toxicity of this world?
I feel so boxed in by the apparent simplicity of people.
I can’t imagine existing in a world as small as the one they believe in.
I lack the passion to do anything of worthy value.
Yet I have the audacity to sit upon my self-righteous thone of superiority with no empirical evidence to support the position.
I know who I am, but…
What am I?
I wonder if we currently exist nearer to the beginning or the end of the human race?
“We are not pieces in a puzzle.
We are sand on a beach.
Unremarkable and meaningless specks, drifting in and out of existence.
Our burial in the ocean of time is inevitable.”
– People have many grand notions about the purpose and meaning of humanity, but they rarely comprehend the magnitude and scale of the universe we exist within.
Embrace reality, and be humbled.
It’s hard to respect people that base their entire moral compass on the hypocrisy-laden ancient writings of pre-literate people trying to figure out where the rain came from.
If you lack the moral reasoning to to take a personal stance on murder, slavery, and equal rights for all humans (regardless of sexuality or race), without the assistance of the deluded babbling of ancient men, how are we meant to respect you?
If you can look at the wealth of logical evidence the rational side of humanity has uncovered over the millenia, through scientific exploration and the expansion of the mind and shrug all of that off because you choose not to understand it; Instead choosing to bang your head against some ancient scraps of paper with no logical backing or historical proof…
How could any rational, self-respecting person, respect that opinion?
You can’t “have an opinion” that red is blue. You can’t have an opinion that all people are made of marshmallows.
That’s not called an opinion, it’s called being wrong.
Religion is a farce, and an anchor to the progress of all humanity.
I could not change a single word of this to make it any more perfect.
Psychologist Lawrence Kohlberg identified and defined a series of stages of moral reasoning development that is applicable to a diverse variety of backgrounds.
Kohlberg proposed the existence of 6 definitive stages spanning three dimensions:
Level 1 (Pre-Conventional)
1. Obedience and punishment orientation
(How can I avoid punishment?)
2. Self-interest orientation
(What’s in it for me?)
(Paying for a benefit)
Level 2 (Conventional)
3. Interpersonal accord and conformity
(The good boy/good girl attitude)
4. Authority and social-order maintaining orientation
(Law and order morality)
Level 3 (Post-Conventional)
5. Social contract orientation
6. Universal ethical principles
The moral reasoning gap between level 2 and level 3 is one of the most definitive elements separating those in this world who stand up for what is morally right, and those who perpetuate the evils of this world because that is what they were taught…
Religion falls strongly into level 1:
What’s in it for me? (afterlife?). How can I avoid punishment (confession? Avoiding “sin”?)
This strand of thought is responsible for millions upon millions of deaths throughout the middle ages and less-so into the modern era.
Sadly, stages 5 and especially 6 are uncommon at best, and are rarely developed without specific university studies.
Answer honestly, where do you think you regularly lie within Kohlberg’s stages of moral reasoning, and why?
When life is restless, chaotic, and cruel, those who choose to be wise take the time to reflect on the world in this state, and we develop a sense of personal depth.
You become deeper, more perceptive, more aware.
The distance between you and the world brings clarity.
That is when character is carved into our default blank slate.
Over the past year I have experienced an unprecedented ease of existence, with things settling into place without strain or struggle.
I feel like this ease of everyday life is rubbing this weathered stone back into a boring blank slate…
I thrive so much on my own cynical criticism of the world, that when everything is in order for myself, I almost want to throw it out of balance, just for the joy of finding myself again.
Being comfortable makes me uncomfortable.
Over the past few days, I have began to ponder,
On why i always feel, I have free time to squander.
When duty calls, and grades are due, my mind is prone to wander.
If I don’t learn to study soon, I’m gonna fail this quarter.
As a second year university student, I really find myself wandering how I have made it this far with my self-defeating pattern of study.
Every year, since the earliest assignment I can remember doing in second grade, I have had trouble applying myself.
Every year, I find myself leaving them closer and closer to the due date before I get started.
The bar is raised, the workload increases, and i leave less and less time for my work.
I manage to complete my work with fewer and fewer minutes to spare each time, and I find myself cutting more and more corners to do so.
It works, albeit in a broken manner, but somehow this teaches myself that I could have started later, and still got it done in time.
I am honestly starting to think, that after 15 years of schooling, I have developed a learning disability.
It’s probably a little ironic that I am the worst university student I know and I am studying a Bachelor of Education.
I spent all this time thinking about my own Educational Psychology to procrastinate doing my own Educational Psychology Essay due in a few hours time.
It is entirely possible, if not probable, that our entire universe is a highly advanced computer simulation being conducted in another time or place. This would explain many phenomena within out universe such as universal laws of physics and chemistry (computer scripting), and minimum particle sizes such as those found within atoms (think of them like pixels). Our universe may be one of billions of simulations that have been ran.
What if the universe simulating our universe is also a simulation. Where does it end? Where did it begin?
Money is imaginary, the unexplored is real.
Why do people gaze up into the sky and ask “What is the meaning of life?”
Why don’t we look at each other and ask “How are we going to bring meaning to human life?”
I think one of the big reasons that intelligent and rational people get sucked in by the concept of a God is that they are scared.
Not scared of hell, divine punishment, or other irrational things.
They are scared to be alone.
The universe is a frighteningly large place, and we are but a grain of sand within it.