I realized something the other day, and I’m not sure what to make of it. Back in High School, and even after that when I worked at a call center, I used to sit and talk about philosophy, and spirituality. It was good times, I remember quite a few very emotional debates on it (especially with a High School teacher and some friends on the idea of the illusional world, and spirituality present in all things). I stopped talking about it at some point… some point I can’t quite put my finger on. I pushed it aside (willingly or unwillingly, I’m also not sure), but now that I’ve realized it, I’m not sure I like the fact it’s missing.
A friend brought to light that I’m having such a conversation with my blog… which I suppose is true. The internal dialog never really left. And I still find myself returning to Chuang Tsu, and the Tao Te Ching, and various other books with spiritual and philosophical currents. Strange… that something would disappear, and in some ways, I didn’t even notice it until yesterday. probably a good 2-3 years after it was gone. Maybe talking to people about it didn’t really do much more than talking to myself about it. I’d like to hope that isn’t the case… because it seems disappointing to think that the value of talking to someone else is little more than the value of talking to myself.
Food for thought, anyway.