I wrote this for a reflection paper for Philosophy. Please inform me whether this deserves an 85/100 or not, and in the case that you think so, please give me constructive criticism. I do not mean to offend anyone with this and as said, it is a reflection paper; this does not imply that I wholly live by it.
It would seem as if the world relies on the good and the bad, the right and the wrong, the correct and the mistake, the lawful and the unlawful. Morality, it seems, measures man's worth. The simplest of rules depends on someone's sense of justice; the righteous is to be honored, the unjust left to suffer. In a courthouse, a man's guilt and innocence is to be judged by man and jury, discussed among one another and aided by the prosecuting and defending lawyers.
Who are we to see in between lines? Do we see the exquisite truths or do we languish in the beautiful silken threads of lies and deception?
We, in essence, are creatures who see things the way we want it to be. We cannot read another person's mind nor can we be in any way sure of the circumstances in which we interpret an action. For sure, another man's good can be another man's despair, a woman's weeping can be another woman's triumph, and a momentary satisfaction can be another's loss. We see things differently and we face our problems in our own ways.
"The end justifies the means", after all, is a rather well known quote from Machiavelli's The Prince. It's one person's philosophy that some may agree to but most wouldn't.
What would a person be if he has done inhumane things to achieve the Greater Good? An act of deviance is still a permanent mar on a person's pristine image. He's killed, he's tortured, he has corrupted his way through the crowd to achieve what others couldn't; power and advancement—an advancement that lead to the prosperity of other men and the continual good fortune of those who do not oppose him.
It doesn't matter, does it? Because in the end, there's no good or evil—right or wrong. What matters in the end is what you think is good or evil—right or wrong. Evil is merely a line drawn to what we consider immoral and even then, it's still us who defines it.