Life's finest day for wretched morals here
Is always first to flee
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Was reading this book last night. The above quote one of the best. And the below quote simply and utterly explains why I keep going back to philosophy even when it comes to trivial matters.
"Of all people only those at leisure who make time for philosophy, only those are really alive. For they not only keep a good watch over their own lifetimes, but they annex every age to theirs. All the years that have passed before them are added to their own.
[Big chunk of sensible philosophical questioning]
None of these will force you to die, but all will teach you how to die. None of them will exhaust your years, but each will contribute his years to yours. With none fatal, or attendance on him expensive. From them you can take whatever you wish: it will not be their fault if you do not take your fill from them. What happiness, what a fine old age awaits the man who has made himself a client of these! He will have friends whose advice he can ask on the most important or the most trivial matters, whom he can consult daily about himself, who will tell him the truth without insulting him or and praise him without flattery, who will offer him a pattern on which to model himself."
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What insight to have an ancient Roman philosopher understand your position!
Heheheheheheehehehheehehhehehee. I was going to add a passage of my own to deconstruct the first passage for Tracy but I think my banal vocabulary makes it worse :/ sometimes less is more :3
The only thing I would like to add is, not to throw away today and the things you have today. During the whole of June, even though I was there everyday, your preoccupations, whether in body or mind, made each day go by quite quickly. And before you know it, I took my leave. That one month felt pretty long for me, not because it was boring or anything. But I believe it is because I managed to balance it out pretty good. Everyday when you worked, I sit around "moping". But now I realize I wasn't so much moping as was I thinking and exploring into ideas such as TekkonKinkreet and how Hong Kong is the perfect example of the issues raised in the film. And the fact that I was sitting in an apartment within that very city, on the highest level. Every time I looked down, I wanted to swipe things clean, knock down everything with my godly hands, and see what the city can be without all these "preoccupations" people busy themselves with. Can't they see the world and realize how simple it is? They don't have time to do that. Surely they will never have time to discover themselves for themselves, and not for others. Then you get off work. I go yay and we hang out <: Time passes quickly during this part of the day, for I am preoccupied. But preoccupied with meaningful things! Surely one does not emphasize on their deathbed about the quickness of time during life's loveliest moments. Surely they only complain about how much more time they wish they had to live these moments. To trade in the times they spent working away in "hopes" of a good future. That future for them is now. They do not complain about life's "lived" moments because instead, they cherish them. Memories. Simple, simple times. If we all had the forgetfulness Nietzsche illustrated, we would forget all the meaningless moments and leave the best. Therefore, happiness. If all were to do that, would we all not want more to remember, and less to forget? Thus, the longevity of life, remembered, forgotten, is decided at its end. If all of life was filled with unhappy memories, you will realize the memories you wish to forget, are the only ones you got. Life is then forgotten.
I cherish the moments at mei foo with turtles and beers and flashes!
HubbaBubba! Maybe less is not more after all. I woke up at 10:30 AM today. I will call you now <:
