Ethics is an interesting thing. It means different things to different people, with the vast majority holding beliefs relevant to them and their life experiences. Believing in something, having morals and acting according to your beliefs all fall within the realm of ethics (I’m pretty sure) and that’s what makes life so interesting.
I’m sitting here reflecting on ethics on my long commute. My commute always gives me time to think. Most of the time I think deeply about things that are important, like the meaning of life and death. Other times, when I need to give my brain a break, I think about things of lesser importance. Things such as bathroom renovations for disabled people. While this is less important in the scheme of my grand thoughts, it does tie in nicely to the theory behind life, growing old and sustaining youth. I wouldn’t expect many people to understand just how deep my thoughts can get, because not everyone has my brain capacity. That’s not their fault, of course. As a matter of fact, not everyone can be as intelligent as I am, or the world would not operate in the way in which it’s supposed to.
You see, for society to function, we need the tradespeople, the people who make a living by performing bathroom and laundry renovations. In the Melbourne area, there are plenty of people who perform such work and as a result, the world keeps going around. While they plan, renovate, design and do whatever else it is they do, my role is to sit here and think. Conceptualise. Make sense of the world. While society needs people like them to get things done, society also needs people like me. People who are big-brained. People who understand things. There aren’t many people out there like me and I know that I am a diamond – a diamond in the rough. How else could we explain just how great I am?