My Philosophy
Introduction
One of the most painful paths on my journey is The Phisolophycal rediscovery. To begin with, the answer to my favorite question Why made me go back in time: to my first steps, to my first memories, to the first awareness moments of my existence.
The understanding of the word Philosophy is a big step in human history. For centuries, philosophers from the Greek Era had the challenging task of understanding fundamental questions; like the nature of existence, reality, and knowledge. Since then, many answers were: analyzed, shared, and given to the public. The great variety of philosophical points of view, and the human mind exploration, have created diverse schools of thought, the fundamentals, and layers of thinking, that dominate our daily actions as a group of individuals.
I was part of one of the most extended schools of philosophy, the Christian one. I never understood why I could not question the bible or the interpretation that the priest shared with us. The only answer to my question that I remembered is “silence for the divine providence.”
As a good Christian, I decided to read it with a group of friends and then ask the question. That worked well until I decided not to listen to that priest. In retrospect, I would say that working hard to understand to be a Catholic Christian fell apart when I was nine years old.
That experience reinforced the idea of looking for answers outside of my bubble. So, I began a wandering path for the next five years. At school, I limited my participation in the religious rituals every morning, meaning I was just a spectator, neither an acolyte (or altar server) nor a choir member. I stopped going to the weekly Sunday morning mass. The most crowded and fancy one in the neighborhood. I decided not to go to the club, especially on Sundays, after the Catholic Mass, for breakfast. I refused to go to the choir practice with the old ladies on Thursday after school.
I talked to my parents about my decision, so they were concerned about my future. My father was upset about the idea of not being a good catholic. My mother just listened to me and expected a rational explanation. I told them: “I decided to focus on a different future for me, which implies taking Math, Physics, and English Language classes after school and during weekends.” Both were very supportive of my decision.
So that was the first big step in my life. Somehow I felt that the pressure was gone. I had a new path to explore, one that I chose and wanted to do.
This short story of the beginning of my discovery journey makes me aware of a new path in life, a painful one but worth it.
“I was, I am, I will be, a better human being – working so hard to put reason over emotions – who chooses to live in joy.”
