if
rain was hailing tides were stuffed a man was reminiscing. something coaching
or dreaming at some section exploding. a taste of vomit a bit nauseated while
slipping into feelings. but a runt those years ever trying harder a soul must
present himself. if to skip decades, as coming into amusements, I met a woman I
couldn’t understand. it becomes irrelevant or challenging while starving for
smoked roast. so uneven at times, distorted in meaning, while a person can get
quite close. but it was raining, we sighted a few porcupines, they looked
aggressive; like certain people, bending mythos or undergoing nothingness;
a decent character, a lustful person, indeed, a bit nihilistic. we
enter into goodness or badness as indicting qualifications. as
determining by both parts, as in induction and deduction, those acts, while
guaranteeing, a person as esteemed by others. it seems dreary, so we shall make
it readable: a good person never acts in a way that contradicts his
conscienceness, and a bad person is one where conscienceness is ignored, insomuch,
as he has become amoral, immoral, and unethical. a bad person is irritable
about circumstance or he perceives society as owing him some essence. a good
person feels he owes society the best of his miracle. he is mostly even
tempered, or aroused slowly, where others are seen as quite intense. but we get
an anomaly: a woman is high-strung, agitated, boisterous at moments, but she is
a good person; she tussles with depression, but she remains intact, while some components
have become her pet-peeves. we exit this topic as speaking to our bad person:
she despises comforts, appearances are always demeaned, she is filled with
bickering complaints. she dies at seconds seeing her reflection while
discontent with mirrors. questions come to mind: Is there redemption? Are we
pre-combinations? or, How has nature/nurture predicted our reality? I want to
exit the topic, for the sake of the reader, but these are pressing questions.
to start, there’s room for redemption, in such a way where a bad person becomes
something resisting acceptance—in so much as others fail to acknowledge his goodness
or he is always under surveillance. but he might become too critical, where
newness of self-esteem, becomes intrusive and pedantic. it’s similar to one
Born Again, where in his zeal, everything is now offensive and everything must
submit to an authority. as for predetermined genetics, there may be an argument
for that, especially, if we take mental conditions into account. but with
morals, it might be impossible to suggest, one is combined in such a way that
he will usher in either goodness or badness. but I have seen it
written where one is said to have been born to serve as an example—made for
punishment. this seems crude/cruel, to design a person by birth, to live as
reprobate or a specimen for condemnation. I don’t imagine many of us siding in
such a direction. with nature we get predisposition or some mechanics where one
is helpless in a sense—she is merely acting from organic inclinations; with
nurture we get a conglomerate assemblage or experience and orientation. so,
with nature change might be impossible, but with nurture, we might be able to
reprogram behaviors—or make solid those promising behaviors endorsed by
society. we end gently. we sense mostly conjecture. we might investigate,
getting closer to our reasons, where one is afforded a glimpse into one’s philosophy.
