On Planting an Apple Tree

A friend once told me they believed I could rant about anything given a topic, even an apple. Proving how well she knew me, my mind immediately began racing, thinking about the different types, flavors, contrasts, and why some people might like certain apples over other apples- a certain type given by their parents all the time; if it came from a tree that was special to them; if it was all they had for food growing up, etc.

This is the way my mind works; I see, and I analyze. I think about everything I see and hear in life, even the most mundane of tasks; even what seems to be absolutely pointless- because part of me thinks nothing is pointless when completely thought out; if it does seem pointless, keep thinking.

I can't help my mind working like this, though I wouldn't change it if I could. It does, however, give me a great dissatisfaction with a lot of things that I see around me and things that I see in people. It also creates a great deal of dilemmas I'm unsure of whether I'd have if my mind worked any other way. Thus, my topic: blog posts.

Unsurprisingly, all this thinking has led me to enjoy philosophy immensely. And then, philosophy: what do you do with it? You spread it, if only to try to spread the thinking that comes with it, whether you believe it or not. How do I spread it? Classically, philosophers spoke throughout the town or wrote essays that were later turned into books. Now, people who speak on the street are often ignored, and books can be completely missed. Now, we have social medias. So I do in fact write some thoughts on Twitter and Facebook, though again, that is limited. Finally, an idea that has sat in the back of my mind for a long time, blogs.

For the longest time I questioned whether or not I should actually do a blog. Here is my thought process:

Point: Everything has to adapt and evolve in order to survive, including thought itself, and the way we spread it. Everything is online and through the web now.

Counter-point: However, it's kind of like keeping a diary, isn't it? Isn't that a little, I don't know, immature? (This, I will admit, is a petty reason to argue against doing something, and it lets a very immature reason hold me back. It still came to mind.)

These two argued back and fourth for quite a while, until I actually gave both sides some thought, and realized how foolish the second thought was.

Point: Aren't all books in which philosophers express their ideas and thoughts essentially diaries? Aren't all FB posts and Tweets essentially entries in diaries? Yes. So: to-may-to, to-mah-to. A journal is synonymous with a diary in this case; an essay is synonymous with a diary.

So, finally, I have decided that, to help my mind, and to perhaps spread some thought, I will start a blog. About everything. The smallest parts of everyday operating, life's hardest decisions, life's most confusing elements, games, people... Everything. Let's see if planting this apple seed can grow into a tree and, as it did for Newton, maybe have an apple fall and inspire some ideas, shall we?