The last two posts have made it apparent that the Tao of Pooh has stolen me in a way. Its only been two days and here I am convinced that this is just the solution to everything. So just like my old self, I set about figuring out why.
It wasn't a long thought process.
I've been studying more than anything existential works lately, as I thought I wanted to do my extended essay on it for a long time. As I've done research I've come to understand that existentialism is about the questions. The existentialists do not share any answers, only questions. And in general, they come to rather dreary conclusions. The Falls relates the story of a fallen man. (no way.) Perfume tells the story of a murdered who finds he has no purpose. They dilly dally and shilly shally all around and question purpose this and purpose that, and finally decide that there is no universal purpose. Its all about you, and now. And then they proceed to live somewhere other than their own. They choose to be sad and dreary and depressing and dark, and they are. They end on questions and fill in no space in my soul.
To be given an answer without hoopla on all sides has been incredibly refreshing. It's something different and new and incredibly, at least from what perspective of philosophy I had gained, happy. It was about being happy now, not later, and not about whats gone wrong and how its all my fault. It is. But so can being happy. If my purpose is my own, then I would choose to make it happiness, and Taoism hands me that answer.
Moreover, Taoism is different than most other methodologies for living because it defines happiness not in things as most do-as with the greeks on food, money, fame, and power-but simply on being pleased with being. And as far as I can see, being pleased with being makes more sense than being frustrated with it. So I would welcome the Way immediately of course, and accepting that patience is necessary, set about sitting still.
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