The inhibition, we limit ourselves to, is a sad story. So, a free soul can be limitlessly creative. The odd attitude which great people show, Prophet Mohammed got married to 9 females, is attributed to their neglect of common people practice. I stand in front of an important question: is it better to unleash oneself to fulfill its desires, or draw boundaries? I don’t suggest that greatness or ordinariness is related to self-control. And thank you religious people, yeah we’re animals, nothing is wrong when we act like them.
In fact, I write this time without planning or objective. We don’t regret NOT doing things, read it again it’s double negative, we regret doing them. What I want to say is why we feel sorry for our actions, and only our action? The logical approach suggests that our undone deed is not actual, as we didn’t do it. Therefore, we can’t bemoan it. Is it non-sense? Last few weeks, I felt stupid for doing nothing in the college of medicine, except studying sometimes. Yesterday, 17-5-2011, I’ve seen a hard working guy for students assistance turned down in the election for chief intern position, such a silly position but big disappointment. In the end, why do we feel sorry for done or undone actions? Is our future going to be different if we change our past?
This argument may extend to discuss the idea of free will in first place. And I may go further again to argue regarding who creates our action. Actions in the end aren’t creatures, and if they are not, are they immortal or mortal? I should stop this for the sake of my mental health. And back to regretting, is doing nothing an action, like the act of stationary? Birth control pills are undone actions as well. Therefore, nobody feel sorry for taking them.
Last 2 weeks, I had a stupid argument with a professor of anesthesia. This man can decline my application next year to hold a position in anesthesia department. The point I defended was: “I have no problem in future if my son or daughter do anything wrong, like smoking, or getting some partner inside their rooms.” I went further that if they want to commit wrong stuff, I join them. Apparently, the doctor margins are limited by religion and community traditions. So, the discussion ended up with: “what are the boundaries?” and a possible ban for any future job application. Anyway, I don’t think we need religion or regulation to control us. Autonomy is the law. Is it possible to achieve a required level of awareness to understand autonomy? And if yes, what is the level of awareness we need?
What makes me so daring to confront a man with such an opinion? I am inside a bubble. I am normal to be rude to others, neglect them, and be reckless toward any sequence to my actions. The bubble makes me invisible to any disgraceful look, comment or disagreement. I, the only one, can see and choose what to see. So, I live without boundaries because I can consider anything around me like it’s not there. Honestly, the bubble is isolating me from people. And am I comfortable being isolated?
Self-control or free soul? Assuming that self means soul, and there is eternal life/soul. Then, the measurement is going to be good or evil deeds. And as usual, what is good and what is evil? Maybe in next few weeks I suggest an answer, but until then, there is no eternal life, good nor evil. Apparently, we are troubled the most by the sequel of what we do. Therefore, as three pendulums theory suggests, the action in a closed system is unpredictable. If we can rewind our lives, are we going to be committed doing same action every time? So, no guilt, and no sequel, and for most Saudi girls, you can be virgin after every time you practice sex, so how many times are you going to enjoy it? I hope to hear: “no, even with those conditions you, Ahmed, offer, what is wrong is wrong.” Still, what is wrong?
Usually I stand in front of my questions helplessly. I can’t claim having enough knowledge to answer. And even when I gain some information, it must be correct before it can be applied. Is there anything right? I don’t know! In the end, I’m not troubled leaving unanswered question as much as I could be if I answer something incorrectly. Thank you all for your careful reading. Meet you next Friday.
The classification of rubbish to this entry seems to have slightly insulted my sense of reading-taste.
Nevertheless, I like this one.