When we want to know if what we perceive is the truth,then we (are) become philosophers.
I’ve always considered myself a Joker-Philosopher.Everything is funny and tremendously sad simultaneously because it is.
We,the modern day philosophers cull our knowledge from a myriad of unlikely sources:sitcoms,movies,rock songs,old classics,comics,commercialized spirituality,lively water cooler discussions,booze binging sessions,through our excesses like rampant consumerism,though our dreadful and dreary life experiences that refuse to be fathomed-somehow hoping that we’ve come upon a general consensus that we’ve stumbled upon the truth
Life so far has been a tangled mess of paradoxes and contradictions, and in terms of gratification, a profound dissatisfaction and a major disappointment.
“Is that all there is?” is the du jour question on every body’s mind along with apathy and anathema of life itself.
“That life is a trap we’ve always known:we are born without consent.locked in a body we never chose,and destined to die”
Is that all there is ?
The answer could lie in the so many carelessly uttered “So What(s)” and “I don’t care(s)”