Walt Whitman Post

"Has anyone supposed it lucky to be born? I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it." -Walt Whitman

As opposed to the overall conception of life and death, Walt Whitman believes that death is just as important as life.  Think of it this way.  If death were not here, this world would be completely be overpopulated, and one would live on forever, not knowing what it was like to do anything.  One would just wander around the globe, gradually getting bored with all the sights that the world has to offer.  He or she would eventually stop caring for material objects in this world, and things that give pleasure.  There would be no such thing as a bucket list, because everybody would have plenty of time to do everything before they die.  Many people just don't value the end to their existence as much as they ought to according to Walt Whitman.

What makes me, me

First off, there are many things that make a person who they are today, whether they be large incidents, or tiny things that just so happened to happen.  One major person, or people in this case, that shaped my life, was my babysitter and her son.  Now, my babysitter is Mexican, and I am still in touch with her today, and her son is now 26, so he was always a good deal older than me.  He was my older brother that I never had.  He always got good grades, but more importantly, he introduced me to soccer.  Ever since I could walk, we played soccer together with nothing more than our feet and a wooden ball.  It was all we had.  Now I play soccer like it's going out of fashion.  I couldn't give it up.  Ever.  The second huge thing that my babysitter and her son did for me, was introduce me to spanish. I can speak near fluent spanish now, with hardly an accent, because at the mere age of three, I was bilingual. This has been the biggest help yet, as I can cruise through my spanish classes with ease. Overall, no matter what happens in your life, there will always be those things, events, or people even, who will change your life forever.

Let's talk about evil.  Now, the definition of evil, is morally wrong or bad, immoral or wicked.  Now, no matter how much we all like to believe all of these things to be true, I believe that evil does not exist.  In my mind, evil is in the eye of the beholder, and a measure of selfishness.  Let me break it down for you.  Evil, can be interpreted differently by different people.  Something that my neighbor does may be seen as evil by my other neighbor, but not evil by me at the same time.  I may perceive it as a bad or immoral act, but to call something purely evil, is to say that the only intention of doing this act, was to inflict harm on another for my own amusement.  Also, the person who you may think had done an evil act, may not think it was evil at all.  If somebody has to kill somebody else for whatever reason, people may view it as evil, but the murderer may not. My second point, is that evil is only a measure of selfishness.  Think of it this way.  If somebody is to commit an act, and they were to do it purely selfishly, then the people around that person would lesser of this individual.  If somebody were to kill another person, it has to be for a reason.  They would only commit this crime for a certain gain that would prove to be beneficial to him or her.  People don't do something just for the sake of it, and more often that not, it is in their own self interest.  The more the action is considered selfish, the more the action will be considered evil.  One more thing to add, is that people who have gone mad do not fall under the category in my opinion, because they cannot help their condition.