Are we conscious of our conscience?


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What makes us prefer a suitable alternative, a paramount influencer of a possible course of results? What makes us distinguish between the extensively dissimilar perceptions of right and wrong, good and bad, essentiality or a vague desire? What makes us recognise impeccability? The paramount capability of our conscience to greatly assist in making a choice, the ability of our minds which enables us to realize the magnitude of our resolutions, the trait which keeps us sane holds insurmountable vitality. 

Our conscience, inevitably, relies heavily on what we choose to believe in, and our belief in turn clings to our conscience. It may seem bewildering, but what I’m trying to convey here is an idea wholly simplistic in nature. What decision we undertake, depends on what we believe in. For instance- regardless of whether a set target is achievable or not- we deem it possible only if we think that it’s not impossible, only if we believe that accomplishment is within the realm of possibility. The aftermath, however, may vary itself.

As unique as our thoughts are, our convictions and our point of view hold the same feature as our thoughts. An aptitude that is familiar, yet alien to an individual. Our beliefs lead to an intricate moral judgement we all posses- born off principles. We undeniably feel remorse, detect guilt when we commit actions that contradict our moral judgement, actions that go against our principals.

The society we live in is decreed civilized, and each constituent citizen is governed by certain unalterable laws. Now, whether these laws that are distinctive to different countries can be rendered progressive has been a perplexing bone of contention. Although laws come to the aid of a sundry of oppressed sections of society, it can be argued that they inhibit people’s complete free will. This free will being sometimes stated as a sort of fulfilment of life. But, as proved by a plethora of unfortunate circumstances, free will has inevitably lead to misery for plural segments of our civilization. And the reason for this? Differing moral judgements, differing conscience. It is not unknown for an individual’s conscience to unconsciously sway in the direction of the socially-agreed nefarious.

Our conscience is pliable. It’s as alterable as drawing gold into sheets. Our beliefs are not immortal unless we shroud them under a steel of a mind. Our conscience faces innumerable threats- threats that make us doubt our own principles, our own moral judgement, our own thoughts. Threats that try to claw themselves through the penetrable protection our mind offers like bees yearning for light. Needless to say, reality exists independently, but the perception of reality is not all but in our mind.

The world seems different to everyone, as we not only view it through our physical eyes, but through the eyes of our conscience that scrutinizes each miniscule detail leading to the inevitable decision. Therefore, it is of paramount importance that we keep our conscience healthy; healthy for us to progress mentally. For us to grow and evolve as humans.

If your conscience is dead, you are dead.


To think?

“Reading furnishes the mind with only materials of knowledge; it’s thinking what that makes what we read ours.” – John Locke.

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I, having recently read a few works such as George Orwell’s ‘1984’ and Ray Bradbury’s ‘Fahrenheit 451’, found it difficult to not implore my mind to stumble across a premonition. Misguided? Perhaps not. Both authors predict an outcome for humanity so immensely bleak, it makes me shudder with angst. A daunting prospect. 

The one thing common between both is that the authors, peculiarly, envisage humans being prohibited from thinking. Sounds puzzling? Undoubtedly it does. 

All this time we have not not thought. What were we to do if we had the one power we possess taken away from us? Needless to say, such a revolution is upon us. Our race is prophesied to succumb to a fate crafted by it and detested by it. We do what we are told diligently, but without applying our own creative flair. I see the warning signs. But, I do not know what to do with them.

Some of us hope for it, happily envisage it and some fail to voice their concerns even though they sense something grim. Some prefer to express their audible silence. All of them controlled by an enigmatic entity. However human he may be. The wheels of this change are in motion. So, how do we stop them? We think. Our articulate thoughts fabricate the fullness of time. Creating is preceded by thinking.

Leave no cause to lament. Water the seeds of though rather than burning them; let them bear fruit. And in the midst of it all, I wonder.Image result for thinking

“The world is a tragedy to those who feel, but a comedy to those who think.” – Horace Walpole.






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Do you believe in fate? It’s a question I have and have been asked myself countless number of times. Not unlike me, I think you too must have encountered moments where you get a feeling in your gut that something has happened due to a particular reason. Are our lives already mapped? That leads us to put our belief in fate. Numerous tales and folklore describe fate as a powerful and enigmatic entity. Is our life already chalked out? I disagree.Image result for choices

Our supposed destiny is all but not in our control. Our choices dictate their own outcomes. Therefore it’s mighty important that we heedfully choose the most beneficially lucrative path when present at crossroads. The situation we then stumble upon, whether a predicament or a fortunate circumstance, is solely dependent upon the choices we undertook prior to their outcomes. It’s quite strenuous as the easy yet malicious route seems extremely alluring to most people’s minds. Our conscience is a flame that must be fed regularly. The day it douses is the day you become an empty shell. Our minds, however strong, require to be guided.

Like it or not, your decisions mould your personality. There’s no point in bemoaning about what could have been. ‘Life is a matter of choices, every choice you make makes you’. 

Believing in destiny is futile, believing or conjecturing in the path to attaining destiny is surely not. Mould your conscience into one that’s instrumental in you being principled and virtuous.

We never regret making the right decisions. After all they permit you a peaceful sleep and let you enjoy the sunrise. Lastly, you notice the faint glimmer of light while the world sees darkness.

Making choices is never easy, but we always seem to have one.


Humanity at crossroads.

Every smiling face shrouds a devil’s mind intent on hurting in the most brutal way possible. We (humans) are a race that, regardless of the love we express, act and speak out of spite. The fact that almost each person is susceptible to greed makes me question humanity. Wasn’t society built on the belief that everyone lives together in harmony, nonpareil in all accords. People behave as if they are an enigma.

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Even at the tender age of 14 I have come to experience that the only person who has your back and will treat you benevolently is you yourself. There are few mighty exceptions such as a supposed best friend, your parents, a partner. But I’ve faced one or two situations that most people do not envisage to stumble upon. Even close friends for instance would contemplate betrayal if their interests rival yours.

All of this perfectly epitomises the drawbacks of society. The rigidity of society tears me apart. Has hope been vanquished? Corruption razes countries. Greed consumes lives. Inequality lingers. Some may even consider society to be a manifestation of a hypothetical tribulation.

Look around yourself.  The idiom ‘a needle in a haystack’ simply describes how abundant society’s good aspects are. We have to forage for these. The sunrise I observe through my window restores tranquillity in my small yet beautiful world. It instils my mind with much needed warmth.

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Civilization was built on hope. Hope is the backbone of our civilization and humanity is its adhesive. Why don’t we all scrutinize the morning sunrise which repels the bemoaning darkness? Why don’t we prioritise relationships over success? We’ve arrived at a crossroad where our decisions and actions will either raise or raze humanity.