I believe the hardest part of practicing human morality is realizing your own mistakes and accepting vulnerabilities.

The web of sociology is a tangled mess of obliqueness that we condense into our systems of ethics. We crave acceptance to our way of living, and the power to shun those who fall outside of those rigid boundaries. These ideals that we hold in high esteem, rules that we can never hope to abide by, but expect others to follow, will continue to erode the fabrics of the interconnectivity that our civilization has woven over the last hundreds of years.

You cannot impress yourself onto a person and shun them that everything they have ever learned, that the lessons their parents, and their parents, taught them are false. You cannot expect acceptance, demand affection, command adoration. There are cultures that have existed for centuries longer than your instituitonal establishments. There are funerals attended by hundreds, thousands of miles away, obituaries we will never read. How does one expect the world to cater to they who has never learned its intricacies.

In our personal lives, we face constant challenge to our beliefs. We harshly judge others religions, hurl blasphemous accusations over the actions of a statistical few. We combat sexism, racism, xenophobia with isoloation and hate instead of enlightenment and connectivity. It is difficult to love unconditionally, to be patient, to have the patience to teach. I have personally held those I’d loved to impossibly high standards, and with those came unreasonable pressures. We are beings of flesh, we err. We overcome this by being open to understanding, and allowing for ourselves to be understood. Not through consequence or shame, but through the infinite power of love for our fellow person.

I do not argue that we discard the rails that guide us, instead I ask to consider that our system morality is built on opinion, lives the foundations of lessons forged through different pains and strife. Until we develop the capabilities to feel what others go through, we will always remain ignorant. Instead of shutting out others through the lens of that willful ignorance, we must seek to transcend the methodology of absolute righteousness and reach out. To hold hands, and uplift ourselves, together.

In a society of acceptance, malice ceases to exist.

I believe that the hardest reality of morality is realizing your own mistakes and accepting your vulnerabilities. The second hardest part is allowing this to humble us. We contain the capacity to change, and grow, and ascend. As the world changes, so do we. And that makes us beautiful.