“The mystery of life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.”
— Søren Kierkegaard
Ive asked myself this for a long time. Why am i alive. What is my purpose, why is everything the way it is.
There are many questions i think of, and it all started when my philosophy lecturer gave me a book in my first year as a freshman, Knowledge, Reality, and Value: A comprehensive introduction to the subject by Michael Huemer.
From that time coupled with his own book, my life changed. Although ive been seeing things eccentrically before, it just doubled
I started asking myself questions i would normally wouldn't like what is the purpose of existing? Which will carry you back to the age old question if what we think we know is true.
Existence is an age old question, tackled majorly by philosophers (cuz there was nothing else to do). I still think of it till
AH, i love this one. It spans many discipline. From physics, philosophy, psychology and cognitive science etc. Its Something