I hold an irrational feeling. I know I can control that feeling such that I prevent myself from acting upon it. I can choose to think and act rationally. But I cannot stop that feeling.
I find myself in a state of mind in which I do not want to be. But what control do I have over it. What control do I really have over anything? Over my mind? Over my body? Over the course of my life? If you think about it we are all, after all, just machines. Vastly complex organic machines born as a reaction to some past action so that all action is simply reaction. A reaction to which one often thinks one has the power to cause. Pick a moment in time. There are arrayed before you at that specific moment an infinite number of possible courses of action, possible causes of your future actions. This is called choice. It is what we believe gives us free will. But this is an illusion. I never really have a choice. The cause I choose or the reaction I desire is limited to the one that I in fact take. If I could ever return to a specific moment in the past and in that moment be exactly the same person I was when first I lived it, with no hindsight and no knowledge that I had ever lived it before, I could only ever make the same decision and choose the same path as I did the first time. To do otherwise, when all internal and external environments are the same is to admit that I act randomly. If the choice is to kill or be merciful and I chose to kill is it possible that, all things remaining constant, I could ever have chosen to be merciful? No, for my mind and body, being as they were in that moment of time, fused with my environment as it was at that time and reacted. This reaction, unless random, is determined to be the same every time. I have no free will. I am controlled by the material nature of my being. I am determined.
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I find myself in a state of mind in which I do not want to be. To act or not act upon this state of mind would be a matter of will but however strong this is I cannot help but feel in this state of mind. It is often said that ‘mind over matter’ but more often than not the truth is ‘matter over mind’. When my body is tired, when I have a headache or when I am in physical pain my thoughts turn to madness. My mind is not strong enough that I do not feel angry even if it is strong enough to stop my actions betraying that anger. We are to such a great extent as mind only as we are as matter. The material imperfections of the bodies we inhabit influence our minds (who we are) in both subtle and unsubtle ways that are out of our control. Our bodies are imperfect and so our minds are destined to feel imperfect even when they can think perfectly. It would be, or perhaps is, a work of phenomenal art to exist such that our minds act independently at all times from the influence of our bodies. So long as mind and body are mutually dependant I see no way that my mind can act perfectly for my body is destined to imperfection. I accept this fate.
DominicGee
You can accept that your body will never be perfect, but the important thing is to strive towards perfection. The fact that we have a concept of perfection obliges us to persue it.