So I have come the conclusion that right now would be a really good time to talk about the development of a moral compass. I am a human with the senses that allow for observation (even if sometimes my skills for observation are poor). First I’d like to start out by asking all of my readers what they think the definition of morals is? According to Webster’s Dictionary Online, the word moral means: of or relating to principles of right and wrong in behavior. Another definition that it listed was conforming to a standard of right behavior. Now as much as I want to say that morals are right or wrong, I feel like morals are something of conformity. What is right and wrong so to speak is really defined by a culture or society, not one overarching principle. There are some things that are pretty consistent no matter where a society or culture is. Monogamy is fairly common. Rape is illegal as well as murder, robbery, etc. Now after that though, there, things that to be really difficult. Whether it is in a relationship between people, business, or anything else, the ethical lines start to get kind of fuzzy. It is sort of upsetting, because the whole idea of good and evil that we were taught when we were young seem to have disappeared almost entirely. I miss the days where evil seemed to jump up and down and it was clear what is right and wrong. Being wrong is a lot different when you are older I guess. What is wrong can be something little or enormous. Sometimes it really doesn’t matter though. At the end of the day, the most important thing is to understand that you can not please every person and to live in a way where you feel as though you are holding true to your person and the moral standard that you held before. It doesn’t matter what anyone else tells you when they try and steer you astray, follow with what you feel inside and you will never go wrong. That whole paragraph makes me feel like what my father used to tell me, and I think it is great advice and I hope you just think carefully.
Today was the last day of camp for a lot of other staff and campers. My “little bro” Reuben is off on vacation so I will have nobody to crack lousy jokes on, but I guess I’ll have to survive somehow. It’s been a great summer and despite the fact that my group this week was small, we were surely mighty like my sister’s t-shirt says.
So today I saw a Ford Aerostar on the way to drop Reuben off on my way home. It brought me back to my first day of Kindergarten. On my first day of Kindergarten, my mom sat patiently at the busstop with my neighbors. We waited and waited until we realized something had gone wrong and the bus was too late and was never going to come. Next thing I knew, my friend Tim and his mother were in his family’s Ford Aerostar and offered a ride to my Elementary School, Gillete School. I can remember jumping into the backseat of the car along with Jessica Gray. The first two days of Elementary School were that way until pretty much all of our neighbors with kids my age called the school and complained. The bus suddenly came on-time to come get us after that (my mom yells loud).
Anyways, more blog stuff to come in the near future.
Ross