Actual Philosophy… PART I.

Philosophy is a favorite term of mine. I use it to sound smart half of the time. The other half, I’m philosophizing. My mind wanders too often in the other half of time, thinking about my beliefs, my problems, and how puberty probably hit me way too hard. Still, rather than then just stating my name and age for introduction, I will show you the real me.

I’m not a fan of life.

Think about that for a second. Does this mean I’m suicidal? To be suicidal is to cut off the connection. Yet life is complicated, no one can deny that. And no one can truly understand it. We, as a society, define life through colloquialisms to make it seem easy to deal with, or pleasant. They, meaning the general public, present it almost as rules which we should, not must, follow. But if we don’t, there’ll probably be consequences. Yet colloquialisms contradict each other half the time, so what the hell are we supposed to do?

There is one thing that one can be certain of: the process of thoughts. You know you’re thinking. Everything after that can be false: where you are, what you’re doing, who you know. Skepticism to its fullest, but truest. Therefore, when it comes to arguments, one can never assume they’re 100% certain. Liberals v. Conservatives, Theists v. Atheists, Arabs v. Jews. It never matters.

Our existence is a mystery. We know we came from something. Our “mother” not only may not be our biological mom, but might not exist, as stated before. Going up the pyramid of evolution leads you nowhere. There is no known tip at the top. In other words, we don’t know if there is or isn’t God. You can stick to a belief. Beliefs are thoughts. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. However, atheists and theists might be wrong. Cucumbers could be the reason for our existence. How do you know?

Religion is hard to discuss without sounding like a missionary, even if you’re atheist. Religion provides answers to the insignificant parts of life, yet it’s the parts that humans generally think about too much. I’m not a fan of religion, but that doesn’t make me atheist. I follow the philosophies of Hinduism. They provide my answers… for now.

The “point” or “purpose” of life is defined by you. You can make it whatever you want it to be. It could be a game, or the biggest adventure your mind will experience. If your life sucks, it’s most likely your fault. That’s just how “life” is. It doesn’t play favorites, and it’s very fragile. If you make even one mistake, it could lead to your demise. Death will be discussed in a later paragraph.

Your environment determines you, and you eventually have a say in your environment. What does this mean? Your parents will determine, indirectly, whether your life is going to be worth it or not. After the whole “independence”, or puberty phase, it’s all up to you. If you hang out with smokers, you’ve got a higher chance of ending up smoking, or developing lung cancer from secondhand smoking. Is this always the case? No, because there is no certainty.

The afterlife is a strange thing. It’s a sign of hope. Maybe there’s something better after whatever the hell I’m going through now (not me specifically, of course). Then again, our bodies will end up rotting into the ground or possibly turned into ash, which will probably be the case for me. I don’t care for it, and I don’t worry about it. Either way, it’s too depressing, and the thought of it has gotten the better of me in our encounters.

As a boy, the opposite sex, i.e. the females, never cease to confuse me. Without females, a regular straight man would probably slowly go insane and start questioning his sex life and BEGIN RANTING ABOUT HOW NO GIRL LIKES HIM… by the way, I’m single. The way I was raised, all girls are supposed to be repulsive until it’s time for me to marry, since I’m going to be having an arranged marriage. Still, guys can go crazy without girls. To be honest, anyone of any orientation usually goes crazy from lack of love, at least from what I’ve seen.

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I would continue writing, but I’d probably take up too much space, and you’d lose interest. Views don’t necessarily matter. It’s feedback. And views come through that. So as long as I get some comments, I’m fine.

PART II on the way.

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The Invisible Still Invisible.

Today I took time out of my dull day to help out for a screening for my school. The documentary: Invisible Children. It describes the War in Sudan, in a few words. By far, one of the more emotional productions I’ve witnessed in a while. I’m surprised my school even approved of it.

The audience was relatively small. The auditorium holds around 500 people. Less than 100 showed up, most likely out of boredom or one of the club members that advertised for the screening bothered the hell out of him or her. Assumptions don’t bother me at the moment. Either one of the situations probably occured.

Who will actually take time out of their huge schedule to help out these children? Few. Very few. We, as a society, or at least my society, will have probably looked at this and thought about it for an hour afterwards. By tomorrow, it’ll be insignificant to them, or it’ll barely be lingering in their minds like a foul odor. By a month, it’ll undoubtedly poof away as a figment of their memories that broke away like a useless puzzle piece. They forget, every piece of the puzzle is useful.

Usually I’ll keep typing until my frustration winds down to a level that’s microscopic. This time, I refuse to follow the regular pattern of fluctuation of anger. I’m at a high, and it’s not coming down for quite a while.

Hopefully you’re looking at this post and thinking I’m an arrogant pompous bastard. Maybe I am. But people made me that way. The lack of compassion is disgusting. Yet people seem to ignore how little, if any, compassion there really is in the school. When’s the last time you’ve seen someone donate more than a dollar to any foundation?

These small things can add up to something I don’t want to deal with anymore. Show some sympathy. I don’t mean shed some tears. Do something about it. That goes for me, too. The world could become such a better place if the majority, and I mean the majority, of us worked together for a common cause.

There is one scene in the aforementioned movie that nearly brought me to tears. There was a young boy, Jacob, in a refugee camp describing how he got there. His brother was brutally killed by the rebels, and he had lost all hope for living. He didn’t even mind if he was shot during the moment of the interview. The resilience of the boy, only 12 years old or so, was absolutely astounding. That is, until he began talking more about the love he once had for his brother.

When asked what would he say if he saw his brother once more, the response was awing. Emotional is an understatement. Jacob said he would tell he loved him and missed him, but would want to see him in Heaven now. It was at that point that he broke down hysterically. He began to whimper like an abandoned dog. The American doing the interview tried to “comfort him”, saying “it’s okay, Jacob.” What’s okay about it? Of course it’s not okay until the war is completely over.

Why must we allow such cruelty? We, as a planet, must come together. But it starts from the bottom: everyone who is reading this. Stand up for once. Spread the word. Get people to burst out of their bubbles, their shells of ignorance. For goodness sake, try to make a difference in the world. It’s your imprint, make it a big one.