iamdavidchavez
I wade through life and all of it's heavy substance. Some slowing me down. Others speeding me up. It's all in how I approach it. One thing is certain however. Even the substances that make it harder me to travel eventually benefit me in the end. The rain falls to enrich the soil.
Why can't I do that? Are moral nothing more than an estimated effect on others? Moral seem to play as cultural ethics. In a melting-pot like America, especially evident in urban areas, there is a forever enduring clash of morals- what's good for you is abominable to me.