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Transcendentalism 2007 February 16 Philosophy of Life “I’ve got a story; it’s almost finished; now all I need is someone to tell it to…"[1]. My philosophy of life is that we can not survive alone. Only nonexistent people can survive life without anybody to notice them. You cannot evaluate yourself unless you are evaluated by others. You need others to feel alive and move on with your life. I believe that we don’t exist until we are acknowledged. We count on people around us in order to live. If no one ever sees you, acknowledges you, nor come in any contact with you, are you alive? We are formed by the people around us. We don’t really see ourselves until someone sees us. It’s just like how God solely exist through people having faith in him and believing he is there. I believe everything is already writing in God’s book. My belief is in Milton’s God. I believed that God had planned the Fortunate Fall and even the coming of Jesus. But I believe Jesus was a regular man, there was nothing special about him and he was no resurrected after being crucified. I think that humans needed to count on a savior and wanted to have a sense of purification that they pin their sins upon somebody like Jesus. I believe that it’s the past that drives you to the future as well as the future drives you to the past. We are constantly in a cycle that can’t be broken. Because of our past events, we are molded and structured to go a certain path. But as well, our lifetime goals will cause us to reflect and remember what has happened. Quoted from a story I have read, “Memories can be funny things sometimes. In a life full of distractions, sometimes it's the simple things that lead us back to what's important[2]". I love using the fact that we are dying the moment we are born as a motivation to have no regret in anything I do. Because I am dying and there is nothing to prevent such fore coming, I shouldn’t bear any burden feeling of regret or it would be carried to my death. I don’t believe there is any life after death just like there is no life before birth. Reincarnation is a nice thing to think about. It helps you feel like it’s only karma so in order to fix your life, you just have to do something right. But we only get one life in this world, so we should live it to our liking. Everything you do is a “one time, one meeting". Every second that past is a second gone. “I would not die unfulfilled because I’d been here, right here and nowhere else[3]" We shouldn’t delay and “Reach for the sky, 'cause tomorrow may never come"[4]. I sometimes wonder if life ends at the pages of a book or is there anything beyond. After have read Sophie’s World by Jostein Gaarder, I remember feeling detached and attached to world at the same time. In the story, a girl lives her life in the way she has always known until she found out that she was only a mere character in a book[5]. Sometimes it’s hard to tell if the people in front of you move or have lives beyond your knowledge or are they placed their by some writer to give you the sense of living. And sometimes it’s hard to tell if you really exist. "As I cover my chest with my hands; I can feel the thumping of my heart; And I wonder if it’s really there at all; If it’s only my imagination[6]". Imagination is the best part of life, I believe. To escape the reality and fall into a realm where anything can take place. You can create the best of fantasy with only a single thought. You can create an entire universe and dot it with characters of your dreams. You are God in that world and everything is at your command. "I want to conquer the world; Expose the culprits and feed them to the children; I'll do away with air pollution; And then I'll save the whales; We'll have peace on earth; And global communion[7]". I think that as long as you are true to yourself and you have your identity intact, then you have life. But it can get hard finding yourself. The moment you are born, everything will change you. You take in everything and it becomes a part of you so that slowly, but surely, you are the byproduct of a million influences and the people around you. However, it is still important to be yourself. Everyone is, of course, different and it’s best to accept that. “…everyone has their own definition of specific words and when you’re dealing in the context of music, you can’t expect words to have the same meaning as in everyday use of our vocabulary…” wrote singer and guitarist Kurt Cobain[8]. But you shouldn’t change yourself for them. You shouldn’t bend your will to them. You have to march to your own drum; “Make up your own music,” wrote Cobain[8]. I believe that there is peace after the calamity. Eventually, everything will end as well as everything that goes up will come down. In Song of Myself by Walt Whitman, “Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and scream at my eye; That they turn from gazing after and down the road…"[9] We should accept what is to come at us because without any oddity, we will never move on. “…we are but human; Unable to be perfection; But able to destroy…"[10] that represents my life. No matter what we do, we end up wasting away something. The air you breathe in comes out poisonous. We were design to live off this planet. It is impossible to live with it unless you are will to give Mother Nature whatever she wants of you. I think that human are by nature, selfish and needy. No one can survive living completely alone. Like in my poem “The Misery Melody”, our lives are not sung with a solo but a duet[11]. Even if we might look ourselves as perfection, we often fall through asphalt cracks. After reading a couple of stories online that dealt with amnesia patients and people with severe memory lost, I believe that the past is vital in life. Although you hear it a lot, don’t dwell in the past, you can’t help but do so because it’s natural. We hold on to our past like a snarling dog. We are weary of sharing our history with people unless they are close. That is mostly why when it comes down to it, we fear memory lose and amnesia. When we become forgetful, we become stressful and miserable. The sense of needed to hold on grows and it gets to point where you feel like everything is out of control. Then you feel like you have lost. But it doesn’t only affect you but also the people around you. And then there is the concept of death. In several stories by online authors that I have read such as Sunspots and I'll Always Be Your Friend, the idea of a friend dying impacts a lot. In Sunspots, a teenage boy befriends two older boys who had been friends for a long time. As the story continues, it plays out the bond between the older boys and the growing one between all three. That is until a car crash incident killed one of the older boys. It’s odd that things like these, you often don’t think it would happen to you, but when it does, you can feel the impact of it greatly[12]. "They cannot know what it is like until they have been there.' I told myself over and over again. It was no use. My anger and frustration seemed to take over me. I had to get away from these people before I did something I would regret…” were the first few lines of a story, Measured in Love[13]. In I’ll Always Be Your Friend, the same roles of meeting and friendship are shown between two young girls, but when murder of one girl came into light, it strikes you[14]. The idea of these often changes a person. Death can come at anytime and anywhere; there is nothing to prevent it. I was once told by a friend, “qualis vita, finis ita” meaning “The way we live determines the way we die.” Our life work will add up and the outcome will result in our death. If you work hard and become successful and rich, you probably die in your master room suite on your grand yacht. If you work hard and live a satisfying life, you probably die of liver cancer with your loved ones around your hospital bed. All the odds and ends of your entire will come down only to this end. Work Cited [1] “The World You Love” by Jimmy Eat World [2] Interlude by saidai on fictionpress.com [3] A Home at the End of the World by Michael Cunningham [4] “Reach for the Sky” by Social Distortion [5] Sophie’s World by Jostein Gaarder [6] Pain Inside a Heartless by Fold39Crane [7] “I Want to Conquer the World” by Bad Religion [8] Kurt Cobain: Journals by Riverhead Books [9] Song of Myself by Walt Whitman [10] Bleed Salvation by Fold39Crane [11] The Misery Melody by Fold39Crane [12] Sunspots by Ludivine Zephyr on fictionpress.com [13] Measured in Love by marius on fictionpress.com [14] I’ll Always Be Your Friend by L.A. Powell on writing.com |
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