So yesterday I began down a long unreasonable journey that will realistically never end. I can sit here and debate semantics for hours upon hours with a devil’s advocate or with myself and still be no better off than when I started. But that’s why philosophy exists. I am simply putting madness on paper.
I am advocating existentialism. I am an existentialist gunslinger; a trigger happy philosopher. I believe in understanding everything, even if it is nothing and I believe nothing is everything.
These thoughts, however valuable they may be for me, are in actuality extremely worthless. They are fleeting and fragile and except for the moment in which they occur, hold no real weight. I think of millions of thoughts per day, each one seeming to be more pronounced and developed than the prior. I don’t really understand all of my own thoughts, but I enjoy the challenge.
My point is that while we may put so much stock and weight into our own thoughts and beliefs, they are only ours, and to the rest of the world they hold little to no currency, so there is no progression. Actions are the best way to get a reaction, positive or negative, because something is done, something that has effects and results.

