I first started writing because my mind was too full

I wanted to empty it of the junk and recover the things of worth

As I made more room in my head I became set on filling it again and I was stuffing it with anything I was told was valuable

Somehow my mind kept getting cluttered

Except this junk was more decorative

I hate labeling myself because often labels are discarded, tarnished, and fleeting, but if I were to label myself as anything it would be a philosopher

I've always had my attention directed upward for better or for worse

I studied philosophy so I could learn more answers

I learned that philosophy isn't so much of learning but unlearning what is not true

I asked many questions and was only met with more

I watched the reasonable run out of reasons

I wanted to hold the truth and fill what I knew I was missing

but I couldn't identify what I seem to believe I can't live without

Since the ancient world questions have pissed people off

And Philosophers have been seen as silly people chasing dead ends

I like dead ends

Because this life is one

They're the only proof you were really looking

I am a philosopher because thirst has always been towards the truth

The thing that is unchanging even when outside of perception

Whatever it may be

I hope to find it and I hope it knows I'm looking for it

This blog is a record of the turns