A couple philosophies of mine.

Every problem has a solution.
It's just really hard to find most of them. And we all need help with most of them. Some solutions make us uncomfortable because they aren't good solutions (make things more difficult), or the solution is a bad one (bad resolution.) No one wants either, but what we strive against the most is a bad solution. That solution is regrettable, un-retractable, and most likely un-fixable. Death is such a one.

You always have a choice.
It just may not be the choice you want to make. How well a decision is made depends on who makes it. Unimportant decisions should be made quickly, important ones less quickly, but either way taking too long is disasterous. Believe me on that one.

Almost nothing is unfixable.
There is always a way out, it just depends on how hard you want to work. Even bad solutions have good solutions, but most of the time they are just out of our grasp to either comprehend or execute. The issue is deciding when/if to even get out. Avoiding responsibility is certainly a choice, and a way to get out, but should we?

What we believe in confines us.
"I will not." We create our boundaries, which limits our options. It may limit them to the righteous options, but nonetheless, they are limited. People die for their ideals because the only options left are what they don't believe in.


Conclusions? By holding a standard, we are confined, and in that confinement is where we are happiest. Even the most seemingly free-spirited people are confined to certain choices. So what person can really see all options and choose the best one? No one, really, but the closest is the person who has no emotion and no limits; the person who's only rule is function. This is an impossibility. Looking for exceptions, I find none.∞ Why is this significant? Certain proof in instinct. (When was this ever doubted though.) Certain proof of the necessity of change. Certain proof of purpose. Why are we being led around by our confinement? Where are we going? What are we going to find there, and why is it so important? Who is leading us? What confinements are they being led by? These are the endless questions, the ultimate problems, that have no solutions that we can understand until we get to where we're going. Curiosity is the collective drive of existence.

Why is it important to understand this? It isn't.* My eternal drive to figure it out drives me places I don't want to go, places that make me unhappy, and I want to escape them, but when my only path is this path, where else will I go? I have need to blaze a trail. We have need to blaze a trail. Sometimes paths are made open to us, opportunities to escape the trail, but we inevitably double-back onto the trail that we know ends, the trail that I don't want to take, but must and do and always will until that end. We want to make our sidepaths as long as possible. When those sidepaths end, they end on the main track, but further on down the line. Parallel and proportional, the main track confines the sidetracks that we confine ourselves to. We can not turn around on the main trail, but our side trails are like the trail of a fox. Doubling back, crossing rivers, climbing, hiding, running... in every direction and ever onwards toward the destination we do not choose but eventually embrace.

Why do we hope? The functional being doesn't hope. It knows its time, and carries on. Why does it carry on? It knows its one confinement, because that's the only one left. It fails to see to what end we strive by making sidepaths. There is no stopping the confinement of our purpose.

The purpose must rely on the sidepaths. Which again drives to the central questions, the questions we can't know yet. This brings me back to choice. What choices do we have, now that we can't know why we go? Give time, take time, end, begin more... We have no choice in that we will continue on the path. Our choice is how well we tread the path. How well will we tread the path that we must walk? How well will I walk this path? We're all going to the same place, why not pave the way? There will be more to follow... maintain the way. Some will lose direction while travelling their sidepaths, and will be lost... but their trek is ever onwards, so we must find them, because travelling alone is our prison.

Why do we fight? Why do the machines of the world forget? Why must the people be the ones forced to remember, why must a few be the ones to bear the burden of paving the way? Power is vanity, and vanity is an axeless handle, an empty cartridge, a dry well.

How well will we tread the path that we must walk?

∞The closest I come is autistic/retarded/comatose people. Unfortunately, they are virtually non-functional as beings, so they are out. But what made me consider them is their total lack of emotional and societal restriction, although this is due to their limited emotion and social capabilities, which is their restriction.

*What's important to understand is that our fascination with the unknown-unknowable will be our undoing. Chasing the uncatchable, like reaching for a rainbow; those are our dreams, and they are impossible. We can't be happy with what we have because there is something else to be had, something that promises to be impossibly awesome.