Philosophy
- By Superadministrator
- Tue,14 Feb 2023
Philosophy will come to you a hundred times at once, In a thousand different ways, As million different colours. Philosophy, an emotion more than a subject, made of an understanding beyond the words. A subject of thoughts more than words. Denoting, ‘love of wisdom’, this emotional subject, in all it’s glory, defines the distinctiveness of both love, wisdom and love for wisdom too. It’s like a hundred year old book of poetry. A rare and classic collection. You might not appreciate it’s outer look, old, full of dust and messy, but, every word inside that cover is sublime. It’s worth reading and getting your hands dirty because after reading the last word, you won’t be the same. Never again. People often feel that philosophy comes from reading or even watching but do they also realise that philosophy comes from deep within. It comes to us when we start ‘reading’ and not just skim over the pages. It can come from eulogizing the eyes which are dry, moist but still don’t forget to shine. It comes from lips which wobbled and cried but still didn’t forget to smile. It comes from silent cries, deep sighs, win-less fights, loathing ties and a heart that despite every misery doesn’t forget to rise. It comes when we start comprehending those eyes which contradict their owner’s euphoric face and cheerful expressions. As they say, don’t always believe the smiles, search for the tears. The mornings are usually ecstatic, the nights know the truth. It comes when our reveries become our worst nightmares or contrariwise. It also comes from realizing the heart’s sanctity. From laughter that echoes in the room to silent giggles in the classroom. From earth shattering hugs to soul – soothing talks. It comes from absorbing daylight, relishing the ingenuity of nature. It comes from watching the dark sky turn into shades of mellow and yellow. Or, from drawing inspiration from the lines: “ The world around us is burning into ashes of desires But we still pretend to be so cold; There’s so much hatred around, But how about we concentrate on the love that goes untold?” Philosophy is made up of gazillions of tiny temporary moments of happiness which often get ignored. It is made of stories, which can never be wiped out by anything, be it time or death. It is omnipresent. From the simplest amoeba to complex humans everyone has their own unique philosophy. Philosophy is what we permit our lens to be, gilded or cursed; colorful or monochrome. Written by_ Jasjyot Kaur, XI C