Philosophy

Hated, neglected, ignored, philosophy is the ugly duckling of education. Some call it over-the-top abstraction, unnecessary, fabricated knowledge, similar to the Chinese drop torture. I love philosophy and support that it is a branch of education that has great value. 

Indeed, philosophy is an extraordinary way to find a shallower meaning to life. What makes you feel more fulfilled than conversing with whom is interested in universal concepts, harms, absurdities of our existence? It provides a breath of fresh air on an intellectual standpoint. Every step then seems lighter. Every second seems less as a continual countdown: ’’ Tick, Tack, Tick, Tack, Tick, Tack ’’, and further as a blossoming of the mind. Although it makes you realize all the misunderstandings, all the gun shots in the foot, all the mindless behaviours of our far from pure race, you, at that juncture, fly of awareness. You discover wings that were veiled; you may then jump of the cliff deprived of distress, have an unblemished sight at the scenery and enjoy gliding through your flight the way you intend to, aware that some birds will never take that chance. They will pace their way through life, feet glued to the obscure soil, the head in the sand. Ostriches. Sadly, this is a part of philosophy; standing aware that ostriches are far from approaching extinction, that imposing introspection is merely impossible. All this does not take away to philosophy. Rarity is opulence. Philosophy erupts from within and this inner volcano helps you’re true nature glide through life as lava down the mountain, aware that rocks and precipices will challenge you’re way down the path.