Quandaries of My Existence
I am having one of those days; when the questions of life that I have never been able to answer just seem overwhelming. I once looked forward to the day that I would know almost everything or at least know a great deal more than I did. Sadly, that day has retreated further and further from my grasp. Each day that I live, I find more questions that I cannot answer. So today, I am listing some of these in the hopes that you (my reader) may have found some of the answers that have eluded me. Please feel free to answer any of these questions in the comments section or send me an email with your answer. Any solutions will be greatly appreciated. For those of you who have never read my blog before, I am a 76 year old White guy who lives in the USA. I love lobster, liquor, reading, music, travel and making it difficult for racists, xenophobes, Trumpers, and other bigots to dominate current narratives.
Here then are my major quandaries:
- I grew up always feeling like I was old. I never felt like a child. Now I am told that I am old, but I do not feel old. How can I never be young or old?
- Years ago, I thought that I was smart and that I knew a great deal about the world. Many years have gone by. I have studied and read much. I have attended years of education and completed many programs. How come today, I do not feel like I know much at all?
- The older I get, the less that I understand people. I had people all figured out years ago. Today, I can’t even figure my self out.
- It was said that if you are not a socialist when you are young, you do not have a heart and if you are not a conservative when you are old, you do not have a brain. Well, something must be wrong with me, because I still believe in the merits of socialism.
- I never wanted to be young. I have always been more comfortable around older people. Trouble is I never wanted to be old either. I truly wonder if there is any age that I would be happy at?
- I have never discovered the meaning of existence, a buried treasure, or the secrets to success. I have looked high and low. Seems like I would have found something by now.
- My father used to say if “If you are so smart, why aren’t you rich.” I still don’t know the answer to his question. My father thought he was smart, but he died poor as well. I guess, “Like father like son.”
- Money never mattered very much to me. I wonder what my life would have been like if money had been my holy grail instead of time. I always admired the grasshopper in the story with the ants. I could never save for a rainy day as much more followed the precept to “eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow I might die.”
- What if I could live my life again. Knowing what I know now. Would I have a better life if I could live it over again? Somehow, I doubt it. This conclusion puzzles me. Maybe its like the time paradox thing. You can’t go back in the past and change the future.
- My greatest heroes were always thinkers rather than doers. I think Hofstede’s book “Anti-Intellectualism in American Life” should be for thinkers like the Communist Manifesto was for the proletariat. “Rise up Intellectuals and overthrow the morons of the world!” God knows there are enough of them.
- Why did none of the officers on the Star Ship Enterprise have seat belts? Every other episode they are in a photon battle with Klingons or Romulans and they are tossed hither and zither all over the deck. Four hundred years in the future and they still do not have seat belts? This show was a harbinger of our future. God Forbid It!
- I have made many friends and lost many friends. Friends seem like ships in the night. Why do they come and go? Am I the one that changes, or do they? I read Aristotle’s books on friendship years ago hoping that they would help. Did he leave out some important information?
- Was Socrates really the smartest person in ancient Greece? Seems like the Delphic oracle would have been, but she was not counted because she was a woman.
- How do so many mediocre writers sell so many books? People who find a blasé character that is some dumb action figure and repeat the story over and over again with a slightly different title. The hoi polloi buy hundreds of these books making the authors rich and making us listen to them on endless talk shows.
- If I die and there is a heaven and I go to it, will I have to listen to God lecture all day long? I have never liked long lectures and I have been told that we must listen to God in heaven. I suppose I could take him or her for a few minutes but all day?
- If I go to heaven, will I have any chores to do? Lots of other questions on the sexual side about heaven but I don’t want this blog to get an X RATING so I will leave them to your imagination.
- Life’s not fair. Parents told me that when I was five or so. Now that I am wiser, I still have never given up expecting it to be. Is there anyone out there who really expects life to be “unfair?”
- Early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise! BULLSHIT! PS: Maybe it works for women.
- The early bird catches the worm. Great if you like worms. Just a few examples of some of the useless sayings we hear as we grow up. This leads me to my three rules for aphorisms.
- Three rules that I have learned from aphorisms, 1st For every up there is a down. 2nd For every pro there is a con. 3rd For every rule there is an exception. But if there are exceptions for every rule, then that means that these three rules are all false. How confusing!
- Do not go gently into the night, rage, rage and drag your feet when they come to take you to the nursing home. It probably won’t do you any good, so you will need a backup plan. In a future blog, I will give you a plan for avoiding getting dragged off to a nursing home. If I can come up with one.
- Whoever said that death and taxes were the only eternals was a big schmuck. If I started a list of “eternals” it would go on for many pages. Taxes get a bad rap. You want roads? You pay taxes. You want police protection? You pay taxes. You want education for your kids? You pay taxes. So why are so many people complaining about taxes? Maybe they should pay for these things out of their weekly checks and see how they feel about that.
That’s it folks. I am sure that with more time devoted to it, I could add endlessly to my list of quandaries. Each day brings more and more of them. I would love to hear your Quandaries of Existence. Please feel free to add as many as you like in my comments section. Perhaps other readers will have solutions to your quandaries. If there are any Socrates, Marilyn Vos Savants or Solomons out there please give us the benefit of your wisdom. 😊