Thinking About Thinking

I’m not a professor. I don’t have a PhD. I just genuinely enjoy thinking about things most people scroll past.

Philosophy, for me, started with simple questions. Why do we chase success? What makes something “right” or “wrong”? Why does time feel fast some days and painfully slow on others? The more I read, the more I realized philosophy isn’t about having answers — it’s about learning how to sit with better questions.

What fascinates me most is how thinkers from thousands of years ago still describe modern life perfectly. The Stoics talk about controlling what we can and letting go of what we can’t — advice that feels written for the age of social media. Existentialists question meaning in a world without clear guarantees — something that resonates deeply in uncertain times.

But philosophy isn’t just found in books. It’s in everyday life. It’s in the discomfort of failure. In the guilt of choosing one path over another. In the quiet moment before making a difficult decision. Being a philosophy enthusiast means noticing these moments instead of rushing past them.

I’ve learned that most of us live on autopilot. We inherit beliefs from family, culture, and algorithms without examining them. Philosophy gently interrupts that pattern. It asks, “Why do you believe that?” And sometimes, that question alone changes everything.

It has also made me more patient. When you realize that humanity has wrestled with the same core questions for centuries — love, justice, freedom, death — you stop expecting instant clarity. You accept uncertainty as part of being human.

The irony is that studying philosophy doesn’t make life simpler. It makes it deeper. You see nuance where you once saw black and white. You understand that two opposing ideas can both hold truth. You become less interested in winning arguments and more interested in understanding them.

I don’t study philosophy to sound intelligent. I explore it to live more consciously. In a world obsessed with speed and certainty, choosing to think slowly might be the most radical act of all.