Curtain Falls

How do we know what we know? In philosophy, it is in an area called epistemology. Well? Being a lover of philosophy, a seeker of questions, the answer is we don’t know. The words on this page, the ink resting to assure history is all that accuracy is concerned. For the record, subjectivity transforms into objectivity. At times, written pain feeds on itself like a never ending enchantment.

We never know history, only the various interpretations of it in relation to us. None of which we are sure to be true. Narratives exist only as far our construction. There is no such thing as focus or tension outside convention. “Believing makes it so.” - Hamlet. Trusting makes it real. Isn’t it ironic, something of convention is able to generate real consequences? Within time and space, one view nearly always conveniently dominants over the rest. We only see what we see, and no more beyond.

For every rising sun, for every shooting star, we’d love to think it is forever. Nevertheless, every once in a while gravity brings us back down to the Earth: the future is unknown. We must not have these expectations; it is too much of a risk. We must not hold on too tight to what is merely a belief. I’ve always learnt it like common sense, yet don't we all get carried away at times?

A beginning must have an end,

The time has come, the time is now,

Farewell.

 

Moved my room again, I don’t know why I voluntarily agreed. Sartre once said subjectivity is the starting point of all thoughts. And I’m positive someone somewhere once has said an altruistic decision doesn’t exist. I guess we all need to practice letting go, to de-attach ourselves from the environment that we consider as the comfort zone before we have hung on for too long.

 

Live life as if you are cruising through. Never too involved and always remember to take a step back to watch instead. What a way to live! Is it even possible? Simply watching the world revolving around itself – can we qualify that as living? To live like nothing means anything, as if no one truly exists or that everything is only in the mind for a short period of time. Is that a life we fear too much to pursue?