Philosophy

You plot and scheme but things don't always fall into plan, I know now what most men might learn in a life span, but all my knowledge of philosophy cannot spare, the rare yet paralyzing storm of despair, my life of mediocrity was traded in, for a life full of agonizing doubt yet one free of sin, I often wonder how people get moved by sayings so plain, and how do you find the meaning of life when life is so mundane, Nietzsche was supposed to teach me how to deal with pain, Aristotle was supposed to cleanse my soul and brain, how could the pursuit of simplicity drive me insane, perhaps I overestimated what I stood to gain, So I adopted the infamous Schopenhauerian concept of love, claiming conspiracy over something so rosy as the above, a life based on rhetoric, a life devoid of all romance, the possibility of which I passed when I had my chance, we the blessed modern beasts claim that instincts are for men of the past, "except when it comes to love", a paradox my head cannot grasp, I spent my time of recreation in elation admiring intellectual creation, which lead to hesitation, stagnation and later self-condemnation, but I stopped fearing the unfathomed, gratefully, profound discontempt gracefully unraveled, I don't promise that you will find bliss in midst of the abyss, but if somehow it's my point that you've managed to miss, its simply the unexamined life isn’t worth a drop of piss. (From Apology (by Plato) 360 B.C. "The unexamined life is not worth living" said Socrates before his execution.)