As the clothes washed a thought came to mind, and here I am writing this very short blog post. I was thinking about knowledge, and how little of it I possess. Then I began to think about language, and how fascinating it is.
It is astonishing to me that words have such power. They are letters amalgamated together, that when uttered, produce a specific sound which our mind associates with a particular intuition to produce a cognition in our consciousness. I find it awesome how that works.
As I sit in this sofa, listening to a playlist of really mellow instrumentals and typing, I wonder what lies ahead for me. Where am I going to end up and am I on the right path? Questions and questions pop up, and I lack many answers.
The day is beautiful here is San Bernardino, but then again, each living day is a beautiful day, but maybe that’s just me. I am looking forward to reading some philosophy later, with a cold brew coffee from Augie’s by my side. Before I go, let me ask: do you ever ask yourself why you are alive? It was Nietzsche who said, “he who has the why to live for can bear almost any how,” and I agree.