I want to be a philosopher

I've thought about this for a while. I've pondered, and thought. I want to be a philosopher. I want to be my own Plato. I want to come up with all the right questions, and give some well thought out structured answers. The more I think I want to be a philosopher, the more I think it's what I want. After all, thought is an ability we all posses. Some people have abstract thoughts, some simple thought, but they are all thoughts of a sort.

So I revel in the age old question, "are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at the starts because we are human?". I may go one one further as to wonder, in either case, why the stars seem so fascinating. But then I suppose that goes down to the bigger picture, and why are we all here? The cosmos is a wonderful mystical thing, and so truly magnificent...it's difficult to get your head around. But that's what great philosophers do, they get their heads around these things, they do it by thinking. And anyone can think...can't they?

How do you be a philosopher anyway? Surely there is more to it than just thinking? And surely you need to be fairly well educated, either self or institutionalised educated. Would I make a good philosopher being an absent minded numpty? Being that I am an optimistic depressive, who quite likes freak weather, death, doom and destruction...am I safe to be a philosopher?! I know nothing about being a philosopher? Well that's a lie, for I would be a sceptic, so I can't know nothing, as I cannot truly know anything. I'd be the one always looking for the exception to the rule. The black swan!

But surely being absent minded isn't a bad thing for philosophy. Of course it might be, but is it not better to have a good thought from an absent minded fool, than to have a bad thought from a person who isn't of an absent mind? But then there is no such thing as a good thought, or a bad thought, or a right or wrong one. It's just a thought. But my ethos is that if the thought comes from you, then it's a good thought for you. But then you can only wonder why you thought of it, and why it's a good thought for you, and eventually it could turn out, once you've pondered a little bit too much, that it was in fact a bad one.

Life as such is just a fantasy. Oooh I like that, fantasy makes it sound more exciting than a figment of ones imagination. But I believe that here on this little planet we reflect the cosmos. The universe is in our hands. you see, there are many stars out there that will stay put for a while yet, and those stars are reflected by monuments all over this floaty ball of ours. And I say ours, it doesn't belong to a person in charge, it belongs to everyone. Everywhere else in space there are bits of rubble and all sorts floating around and these I believe are the people. The people are the bits of rock...maybe, I don't know. Now I say that it seems a little bit too far-fetched, but then isn't that what philosophy is all about.

Don't get me wrong, I don't want to pull people's lives apart, because philosophy can do that....all I want to do is think thoughts of magnificence. Thoughts that reflect who I am, or what I am, whatever and whichever I may or may not be.

I'm not smart, that articulate or even good at expressing myself in any way, shape or form, but I suppose there is no harm in trying, if that's what might be good/bad/right/wrong for me.

You said...you did

You said...
Let's make a promise that whatever happens we'll always be there for each other

You did...
Turn your back on me when I needed you most

I did...
Not desert you, hurt you, take the piss, or use you
Cared about you more than anyone else on the planet

You said...
Lets both keep a blog so we know what one-another are thinking

You did...
Not read mine and respond when I needed YOUR opinion
Stop writing the one I knew about, because of "stupid comments"

I did...
Let you know what I thought of your posts, how good and meaningful they were
Spend hours looking for the other blog, but never found it

You said...
You'd never hurt me

You did...
Pull me apart piece by piece, pushed me away and drew me back in, only to repeat it all again

I did...
Keep letting it happen because I see the good in you

You said...
I have no friends

You did...
Befriend me

I did...
Not desert you when everyone else did

Christmas is a drug

Could Christmas possibally be a drug?

You get the come up, where the excitement builds in your belly, and your general mood lightens, you speak to people you don't usually speak to just because it's the run up to Christmas. You fall in love with the idea of Christmas, you are surrounded and dazzled by lights, and pretty things. Then comes the day, and you have reached the ultimate high, everyone is smiling and bringing their own presence into the day. For the day everyone gets along, even if they wouldn't normally, as they all enter into the spirit of Christmas and leave their disputes at the door.

The day goes on, people eat, drink and be merry, play a game or two, have the Christmas snooze, and as if by magic, suddenly it's all over....

But what comes next? I put it to you that following on from Christmas is the come down. Faced with the reality that in a day or two you will return back to normal. That another year will begin, will another set of trials and tribulations...the high ends and day to day normality resumes.....

Christmas is a drug!