Does morality define us. Or is it just a conscience builder. What if someone is confident in his sin. What if conscience does not prick him anymore. Is he a monster, or a winner ?
What if this monster gets ahead of those who play by the book.
Can a different moral code help you achieve more that what you are ? What if someone disobeys the rules you live by and yet gets ahead in life.
Then aren't these moral walls blocking us from our true potential.
If we all became men responding only to our conscience then murders would find solace at end of their blade. The truth of the world is that the herd is just as important as the leader. The world needs the sheep under the scary umbrella of a code, otherwise how could some people outreach others.
We all like a bit of a good life, the little taste of craziness, a little more fun than regular, a little larger slice of the cheesecake. The happiness lies in this very contrast, of how things are better than what they normally are, even if its just for two hours in the theatre with a cosy company, or across the table with an interesting lady, or few seconds of misty air on a freeway bike. Truth is that normal is somehow not fun. Add a little madness to your life, sprinkle it with romance and feel your feet slowly lift up from the ground. As long as you like what you do, let no one tell you otherwise. Enjoy the ice-cream before it melts. The pool is worth swimming, Don't contemplate over how cold or hot the water would be. Go ahead, take a skinny dip, forget your keys and spend a night in the woods. Don't lament what you started or ended. Procrastinate what you don't like, and proudly procrastinate it again. Be hungry for what you really want, and have it anyhow. You cannot control the things you like, but you can enjoy them while they're there.
Its an art to enjoy them as they are, don't try and change them for they are most beautiful when you just let them be. You do not get to decide what you love. You definitely can't own what you love, but you can luxuriate yourself in their company.
You do not get to decide what you starve for, but make sure you don't let your soul stay thirsty for what truly desires. You can either bask into the slippery water slide, or you can live in the remorse of not dipping into the paradise of your lechery.
Don't satiate yourself with anything lesser, shorter, slower, dryer, drabber, cruder, cheaper, or duller than what you deserve. You own your share of happiness and the fountain from where it pours. You can choose to drink or gargle as much as you like. Let no righteous man tell you otherwise. Sacrifice only if it gives you the pleasure of sacrifice. Accept pain only when you want to savour its taste for a while. Tie yourself up, only when you want to enjoy being at the mercy of those chains. Look in the mirror everyday knowing that only you can decide how much amusement you're going to swallow.
There is a part of your heart, that worships disorder, It idolises anything that bears the brand of crime. The filthiest, the wildest, the most forbidden thoughts arouses its intellect. In privacy and closed doors let it compensate you for the cruel chastity and tasteless virtues you are forced to display in public. Give this part of your heart a vent. Let it take a drivers seat in your life, let it carry you into a delirium of liberation where your pleasure knows no bounds and the sky keeps getting higher and higher, until you're on the top of the world. Tell yourself that you deserve that place. Tell yourself that you'd be nowhere but there, whatever it takes. For you are a creature of love. You own your place of ecstasy.
At the end of the day when all is said and done, the only one really worth judging you is you.