Since man has thought, he has wondered who he is, where he came from, what everything was, and the most imperative question of all, why?
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Who Am I?42% Voted for by A Dreamer Awake, slimcrow, Pebcak.
Before I begin, I will clarify, that you can write on any of the topics above as related, and I would appreciate if smart-alec comments and one-liners be kept to a minimum.
Somewhere above the great and stormy sea Lies a perfectly ordinary day. All the troubles and dreams that people hide inside Do not affect this world, Full of fake calm and routine. In all honesty, we are spinning out of our control, We are bottling up ambitions and beliefs. All the things we hide away, Too dangerous to be seen Will never reach the light of day Which we all do view. Because of who we are, We will know so very few, And never as much as we could. How many flames ever reach out and show The world how bright they can shine? Walking and talking with our social brethren, Our own, We can only see a soft shadowed view of an exterior. We must wonder daily, somewhere in the back of our minds, When we speak to any single person ‘Will I ever know who you truly are?’ So few will we ever know. So few will ever know any one of us. We shall only know the shell Of any single person, All because above that turning, churning tide Is a face trying to hide what goes on underneath That calm, cloudy countenance.
Who am I truly? What is underneath all of that armor I put around myself every day? Who am I inside? Who is it that I confront every day within my mind?
All questions only to be answered by two people. The all-knowing, and the self.
The opinion being given at this time is from the self. A simple description of a few things about this fair dreamer should suffice you.
About myself, I am a teenager, approaching adulthood ever so quickly. I am a girl of fifteen years of age. Inside of this exterior, there is a person who thinks very much about this world, seeks the truth, and attempts to do what is right. I am a Christian, and I am also a hypocrite. I am not perfect, neither is any other normal man or woman. I fail on a regular basis, make mistakes, and in general, just do stupid things, although everyone tells me that I am a smart person. I am imperfect, interesting, creative, quiet, caring, and logical. I am well-rounded in many aspects. I like who I am, and am comfortable with myself. I try to do things well, and I believe very strongly in many things. I have people I care about, dreams to complete, a life to live, a mind to teach me the truth, and a heart to put those truths to good use. I am a poet, a writer, a musician, a scientist, an explorer, a dreamer, a thinker, a planner, and yet a child of fifteen. I attempt to reach the unthinkable, and although life isn't fair, with effort you can very often reach your goals.
I am. Yet I am human, and therefore I think.
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I am my thoughtsVoted for by Dr Thrax.
Think therefore I am good buddy. I see this as one of the most prolific philosophical points of all times. My name is (and I'm serious) Socrates. Given to me at birth. Naturaly, philosophy has been one of my favorite things. The question "Who am I" is easy, almost too simple, as if that thinking that is the true answer, you are wrong. I am Socrates, a 15 year old philosopher, I sudy any intelect in my spare time. Why? Because I thought it would interest me. My own thoughts, emotions, and sometimes outside atmospheres, depict who I am. If I didn't think checking into my name would be fun I would never be a philosopher. If I had never gone through a depression, I wouldn't care about everyone. If I hadn't become friends with goths, I would never be into art and music.
Do not feel bad that I, for lack of a better word, pwnd your question (if you don't get the 'pwnd', it's computer talk. It means owned). I just wanted to shed some light on what illudes all men up until they actualy notice it.
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Hmm. A girl of Fifteen.Voted for by Phoenixfire7.
Very surprised when u stated ur age. I had pictured a middle aged man until that point.
Now on topic.
I too wonder about the quetions mentioned, summed up by the final one, why. Most people will have wondered at some point about it. A difficult intellectual concept it is. For those who enjoy intellectual challenge much much thought will be put forth to defining our place and purpose. To not consider such things would be unintelligent from a logical stand point.
"All the troubles and dreams that people hide inside Do not affect this world, Full of fake calm and routine. In all honesty, we are spinning out of our control, We are bottling up ambitions and beliefs. All the things we hide away, Too dangerous to be seen Will never reach the light of day Which we all do view. Because of who we are, We will know so very few, And never as much as we could. How many flames ever reach out and show The world how bright they can shine? Walking and talking with our social brethren, Our own, We can only see a soft shadowed view of an exterior. We must wonder daily, somewhere in the back of our minds, When we speak to any single person ‘Will I ever know who you truly are?’ So few will we ever know. So few will ever know any one of us. We shall only know the shell Of any single person, All because above that turning, churning tide Is a face trying to hide what goes on underneath That calm, cloudy countenance."
The tone there seems gloomy and lonely and without hope. I would say in respoonse to not really knowing others that a closer examination of yourself brings a greater understanding of others and therefore more knowledge of them and who they truly are. Intellectually we all allready know who we all are; a reaction to the actions sent upon us. A human reaction; our humantiy is one of our farthest reaching relative points.
Why? The question of why we are is an intersting one. The more I consider it the less logical it seems though. We know the simple answer as to why we are here; our parents reproduced. That of course is not the meaning of asking why we are here though. To me it means asking why is anything here at all. What is the sense in existence?
The most interesting and subtlely compelling answer to that question to me is; what is existence without sense? How could existence be senseless if the very components of being are the senses?
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why?Voted for by trashed.
i too am suprised that you're only 15. although i'm only 19, and know that your own age never seems important when you're living it. it is tempting to get depressed about the state of things- the fact that while you're living at least, you'll never know what the point of 'you' is. i think religion in general is the easy way out of this question, which is probably why so many people have believed over the centuries. i prefer to puzzle things out by myself, even if it is hard sometimes. if you look at nature in general, the point seems to be to reproduce, that and nothing more essentially. just to have healthy offspring. this makes me think, perhaps strangely that someday something will happen, maybe millenia away, i don't know, that will need people, animals.... we are all just ultimately waiting for something. after that i don't know.... wow i sound strange
i don't really dwell on this though-my kooky view is only brought out at parties and special occasions -
smiling...There are many ways one could take on a question such as this. One could answer it in a scientific manner or perhaps in a religious fashion would do just as well. I prefer to just admit, life is a mystery and one could come back many times and still would be none the wiser.Voted for by a woman to love.
Why...the reason of our human existence is to ponder this question and to learn to accept that we will never know.
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Also, i don't exactly remember Descartes saying that he thinks because he is human. In fact, the only thing he KNOWS is that he IS, because he thinks.
In this context, "Humanity" can be a concept completely created by your thinking mind. So no, you can not prove that you think because you are human. Misquoting one of the most famous quotes ever out of context and one of the FIRST things you learn when studying philosophy is an insult to wisdom-lovers everywhere. My advice would be again, drop the wax poetic, and either pick up a philosophy book or just drop it alltogether.
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