Hi,
First a small introduction, since I think this is actually my first post ever here. I always think too much, and some outside help or philosophical insight would have helped me greatly, but I think I just felt I never had the structure of thought to put what I needed to say into appropriate words and paragraphs. I’m not sure that I do now, but I want to try. I need to, because over the years I have had recurring personal philosophies. From somewhere deep down, I suppose I need some intellectual input on them.
I do not have much philosophical background, so if you have suggestions for good works that expand on some ideas, that’d be helpful. That said, I really like Nietzsche’s writing.
I’m going to try to put into words something about social expectations and whether those fall into Right or Wrong. Seems that so many times I end up in the Wrong and with a feeling of shame, those (in my experience) most useless and destructive set of emotions (what philosopher has written much about this?). What is seen as Wrong in this case cannot be a universal Wrong.
What is at one time commonly seen as inappropriate behaviour is, after all, only a human creation and not inherently evil; good and evil are human constructs and not a measure of universal morality. Being imprisoned by such constructs will rob one of one’s ultimate freedom by acting upon his sense of conscience; but conscience, too, is only man-made and burned deeply into our way of thinking, part of the way ethics and these so-called “morals” (if I may use such an disgusting word for the unnatural values that we are taught today) are educated during the upbringing of a child. And so we learn how to fear what is within us, and accept what is seen as commonly acceptable-- by everyone except for ourselves. But for social interaction to function properly, it seems, this is a necessary requirement.
I feel too dependent on other’s views and (excuse me if I stray too much into the realm of psychology) I feel that this causes self-harm. I have always felt like an individual; but I feel upbringing and education have gotten the best of me. Somewhere in this story I can place myself in Zarathustra, maybe as one of his friends.
Does this make sense at all?