The value of one is often defined by what they do. The output of one’s work is not necessarily what makes it worthy. It is -like many other things- relative; some people consider a certain act heroic, while another group of people would deem it brute and evil. Who has the final word? In the ever-miserable pursuit of illusory perpetual happiness, people can so easily adapt to committing certain actions they’d never do -willingly- if given the chance—just for all types of outcomes.

Justice can be relative; women were burned for witchcraft, and that was perceived by a majority of people as absolute justice. These majority later became a minority, and a new majority introduced a new absolute justice. This happened, is happening, and will continue to the world’s end. Because justice is nothing but pleasing a group of people based on flaky, and fragile rules made by the very same group of people.

Gods are everywhere and exist in various forms, Their definition is no longer what We used to perceive: an omnipotent, most powerful higher form. Now we have human “gods”. Some believe in multiple gods. Yet all these beliefs are for the same reason: Longing for the absolute truth. If a god exists, then their rule is immutable; all creations must submit. There’s no other way. But since we have so many -alleged- gods with contradicting rules and laws, we are far away from absolution.

Everyone has their own reasons not to put an end to their lives. These reasons often are why many people actually consider putting an end to their life! Ironic and objectively sad. A marksman that mistakes a shadow for a prey sleeps his evenings with neither arrows nor a supper. Everything that lives refrains from pain. We live our whole lives trying to keep the comfort/discomfort ratio balanced. A “pursuit of happiness” is a façade for an “escape from agony”.