I only know that I do not know. Thank-you Socrates for giving me this.
As a philosophy major, I recognize the lack of importance of philosophy majors, as well as the need for them. In general I would encourage people to not necessarily major in philosophy in university (let alone go to university, let's face it, college is the job-maker nowadays). But I do consistently encourage people to spend their spare time studying philosophy. It is super important to maintain both sane and embrace your insanity at the same time.
I find myself consistently learning and embracing the one thing I have known since philosophy in high school: Socrates proclaiming "I only know that I do not know". If you are unfamiliar with this quote, essentially it is interpreted as meaning that essentially everything is uncertain and everything s questionable, therefore the only truth that is knowable is that you do not know.
I hate this quote and love it and live my life by it because every time I learn something new I bring skepticism to the table which makes everything 100x harder but makes everything 1000x more worth studying due to the unknowingness of it.
My point about this quote is that it does bring a certain amount of frustration to my life. I feel since I have learned of this quote and the philosophies surrounding it, that I have become more frustrated and more uncomfortable with everything I encounter in life. Not to say that this is necessarily a bad thing, just that it is different and makes life harder to counter on a daily basis.
So why mention this quote now? Because I don't know.
I really just don't know. It is not about facts and what is learned in books, it is about the way I conduct my life and the method in which I will earn money. I think the most valuable lesson I have learned in university thus-far (other than certain aspects of philosophy) is the importance of survival and the responsibility it takes. Yes, I am 20, I am a youngun, but seriously, I work part-time at a local store and part-time at the local library and essentially scrape together rent, my phone bill, insurance, etc., and have some money left over for non-essentials (usually clothes and makeup... whoops). Money is not my strong suit but sometimes you just have to fucking get by. I know so many people not in school just dragging themselves along in part-time minimum wage jobs, that get you nowhere. I want a house someday, and if I don't find success with the education I am trying to complete, that is impossible.
Minimum wage is definitely not enough. You CAN survive but you CANNOT be a middle class family, owning a home, paying it off over 25 years, maybe having a kid or two and retiring. That makes me sad. Oh how I envy the Scandinavian countries. I would move to Denmark if it was not for the fact that I value warm weather more and would much rather live in a place with no cold ever, or at least British Columbia (reminder, I am Canadian, and do not necessarily want to leave my country). I don't know.
I don't know.
I really don't fucking know.
I am trying to pull myself together this summer. I am catching up on certain books of philosophy I have yet to experience to the fullest, attempting to bring myself to start writing a book I have had bumbling around in my mind the past while, and trying to get more active and eat healthy again.
Bleh.
Life sucks and then you die.
See you soon (people who still follow my blog, I love you guys).
I wish I wrote more on here. But sometimes I just forget, or don't find the time. I haven't given up yet, fuckers. Love y'all. Fuck I hate myself for saying y'all. Someone stone me, please?
As a philosophy major, I recognize the lack of importance of philosophy majors, as well as the need for them. In general I would encourage people to not necessarily major in philosophy in university (let alone go to university, let's face it, college is the job-maker nowadays). But I do consistently encourage people to spend their spare time studying philosophy. It is super important to maintain both sane and embrace your insanity at the same time.
I find myself consistently learning and embracing the one thing I have known since philosophy in high school: Socrates proclaiming "I only know that I do not know". If you are unfamiliar with this quote, essentially it is interpreted as meaning that essentially everything is uncertain and everything s questionable, therefore the only truth that is knowable is that you do not know.
I hate this quote and love it and live my life by it because every time I learn something new I bring skepticism to the table which makes everything 100x harder but makes everything 1000x more worth studying due to the unknowingness of it.
My point about this quote is that it does bring a certain amount of frustration to my life. I feel since I have learned of this quote and the philosophies surrounding it, that I have become more frustrated and more uncomfortable with everything I encounter in life. Not to say that this is necessarily a bad thing, just that it is different and makes life harder to counter on a daily basis.
So why mention this quote now? Because I don't know.
I really just don't know. It is not about facts and what is learned in books, it is about the way I conduct my life and the method in which I will earn money. I think the most valuable lesson I have learned in university thus-far (other than certain aspects of philosophy) is the importance of survival and the responsibility it takes. Yes, I am 20, I am a youngun, but seriously, I work part-time at a local store and part-time at the local library and essentially scrape together rent, my phone bill, insurance, etc., and have some money left over for non-essentials (usually clothes and makeup... whoops). Money is not my strong suit but sometimes you just have to fucking get by. I know so many people not in school just dragging themselves along in part-time minimum wage jobs, that get you nowhere. I want a house someday, and if I don't find success with the education I am trying to complete, that is impossible.
Minimum wage is definitely not enough. You CAN survive but you CANNOT be a middle class family, owning a home, paying it off over 25 years, maybe having a kid or two and retiring. That makes me sad. Oh how I envy the Scandinavian countries. I would move to Denmark if it was not for the fact that I value warm weather more and would much rather live in a place with no cold ever, or at least British Columbia (reminder, I am Canadian, and do not necessarily want to leave my country). I don't know.
I don't know.
I really don't fucking know.
I am trying to pull myself together this summer. I am catching up on certain books of philosophy I have yet to experience to the fullest, attempting to bring myself to start writing a book I have had bumbling around in my mind the past while, and trying to get more active and eat healthy again.
Bleh.
Life sucks and then you die.
See you soon (people who still follow my blog, I love you guys).
I wish I wrote more on here. But sometimes I just forget, or don't find the time. I haven't given up yet, fuckers. Love y'all. Fuck I hate myself for saying y'all. Someone stone me, please?
