On some level, either conscious or subconscious, including the word philosophy in my subtitle indicates I am an eternal student of life.  Guilty as charged, or at least by most of my friends, who tend to agree that I over analyze stuff.  Karen calls it, reading between the lines; [she] said ‘that’ but ‘this’ is what she really meant.  Or are people in general as superficial as they seem?  I will always have more questions than answers on that subject and that is why I’ve adopted a ‘suspend judgment’ mentality about most people and the situations they put themselves in.  To further develop my quest for a Zen lifestyle, I sought the teachings of classic thinkers.

 Socratic teachings implore that it is not living that matters, but living rightly.  In ones right living, one must further examine lifestyle, because the unexamined life is not worth living.  It all seems too much to digest.  Must I think about every word that comes out of my mouth, or every person I choose to curse out?  That would take the sting out of it, wouldn’t it?  There’s something about being ANGRY and in the moment that allows you to give a person a piece of your mind.  You NEVER FEEL more ALIVE!  But, growing up, the consequences of FEELING ALIVE were an ass whooping; now it is a time out.  I’m not sure about you, but a time-out would have given me more time to plan my next dastardly act.  No apologies, I had fun.  Can you imagine the adult I’ve become?  She is soft on the outside, but crunchy on the inside; a new culinary treat that is difficult to bake, but tasty when it’s done.

I have always thought I was a good person, quite tasty, and that there was hope.  Aristotle confirms my sentiment  as he expresses in his writing,”…to every art and every inquiry, and similarly every action and choice, is thought to aim at some good; and for this reason the good has rightly been declared to be that at which all things aim.”  See…justification, inherently I’ve always known I was right.  No matter how wrong my mother, father (Pop I called him), teachers and society thought I was, being rambunctious was all for the good; the common good.

Under the guise of good and all that is right in the world, at the end of the day, what have I learn?  Be you, do you.

Now all I have to think about is where to go for dinner tonight.  I’ll try to include pictures.