what the US of America taught me

there comes a time where you ponder about what is right and what is wrong.
and this fervent discussion that goes on in the back of your brain, sometimes with a clear cut victory and sometimes with no end in sight.
but what is special is you are going to decide it with your moral construct, your beliefs that you have.
yes, you might be already anticipating that i am implying that what is right to you might not be right to another.

but what lies at large is another bigger issue that i thought about on a simple and relaxing stroll along the streets of Philadelphia, the place where history oozes and the Declaration of Independence was signed.

What shaped our beliefs - the most moral righteous thing we hold true to in everyday of our lives.
Did we have a choice in determining these beliefs?
Are we in religion just because we grew up learning to believe in it.
Are we who we are just because we were influenced right from the start.

Then, who is right to say another wrong if everyone already set out with that same set of different beliefs bestowed upon us by the great environment we began with.
Are we even our moral judgement on someone else on a set of predetermined beliefs that we only believed in because we grew up being influenced by them.
Do we really have a choice in choosing to know what is right and what is wrong.

The debate rages.

But for me, after spending so much time immersing in this culture of liberty and freedom, all I have left is a jaded view of this superpower that imposes its values on everyone without first figuring out why they should truly believe in it.