Frankly Existential

Many of us have things in our lives we wish to escape. Regardless of what it is, it is normal to feel overwhelmed and to look for a way out. I know my preferred escape. Philosophy. I get caught up in the big ideas as a way of not having to take a look at myself. I do believe that some of these ideas can help us lead better lives, but I get caught up in things that have no practical use for myself. I’ve been studying things that are not related to school or philosophy. I have developed interests in pharmacology, neuroscience, biology, and chemistry. There is no practical reason for me to study these, but they interest me and to me that is enough of a reason.

I wonder to myself if these interests in themselves are escapism, or if I just tend to engage in them irresponsibly. Do I read a book to learn? Primarily. Do I read a book to distract myself from some of the troubles of life? Of course. Is learning an escape for me? Do I play with ideas bigger than myself as a method of avoiding myself?

I’ve been taking more time to reflect on myself. I haven’t been playing much with the big ideas, thus why I haven’t written much lately. I have tried not to escape as much, though that doesn’t necessarily mean I have not escaped at all.

What are you escaping? What is your escape?

Take time to stop running, think of why you are running. Where are you running to? What do you hope to find? Is the running causing greater damage or benefit?

I’m nearing big ideas again so I am going to stop here for now. I’ll touch more on the big ideas of escapism later. Be well.