Monday, 13 November 2006
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Philosophy on Philosophy
I philosophize as much as the next guy. Alright, more.
I get into my insightful moods of quasi-sagacity where I try to expound some concrete facts about life, existence, that whole shebang.
But what's the goal? What's the prize? What's the end?
I guess for me, I'd like to think a thought so profound, that just by comprehending it, the whole Universe blinks out of existence. Or atleast my brain starts to bleed.
But the fact is, you can't escape your mind. No matter what you think or what you realize, your laundry is still dirty and the bills are on the kitchen counter.
No matter what your attitude or your stance on life is, it'll all come in 2nd to violent diarrhea. It won't slow down the 18-wheeler careening into your driver's side door.
So is it worthless? No.
All we know of life is what we perceive. And your philosophy, your mantra, that's the lenses with which you see life.
But you must realize that you can only change this side of the lenses, the world will still be the world.
But it's worthwhile, yeah. If the proverb written on your desktop calendar, or some nugget you dig from the recesses of your mind somehow shades the way you take life, then that matters.
In the end, if nothing really matters, then that makes everything equally important.
It's not a necessity though. Plenty of people go through life never questioning or wondering or imagining.
You really find out what kind of person you are at your final seconds.
When your heart beats for the last time, and the blood in your veins screeches to a halt, what will go through your head? Because, that's the most free and most liberated you'll ever be.
For most, I'm sure those final fleeting seconds are filled with reflecting on the past - the whole cliche life passing before your eyes bit.
And then there are those who'll look towards the future. Because, in a few seconds, alot of those questions you've always had will be answered. No matter if you're alive or not to realize it.
-Michael Tworzydlo
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What's going to happen to me? Am I going to die? I don't want to die. I'm not going to make it. This can't happen to me. Thing's like this don't happen to kids like me. I want my family. Will I ever see them again?
And then I felt my body be thrown against the warm solidity that was the pavement. And it was strange. It wasn't so much a pain as one would think it to be, but rather a warm, tingling sensation all over my body. And nothing really happened to me. I got up, there was a bit of a scene, but everything and everyone was alright in the end. Maybe someone up there wasn't ready to see me yet.
But on the topic of philosophy, I'd have to say it bothers me that some people go through life never reflecting on who they really are, and instead care more about how fucked up they can get on the weekend. But who knows? Maybe they have the right idea after all. I mean, what the hell has sitting at home all my life wondering why I'm so messed up ever gotten me, anyway?