Real philosophers read more than they write, listen more than they speak, and observe more than they think.
Real philosophers are always experts in happiness, meaning true happiness, or what I call free-spirited inner peace, and what many others might call grace, enlightenment, or even nirvana.
I've said it before and I'll say it again: To have hate in your heart is to be in hell.
I say this with love and a bit of playful amusement because I appreciate folly too, because who doesn't enjoy with a loving smile the watching of a dog desperately chasing its own tail or a little kitty chasing the ever elusive red dot: Anyone preaching hate or willfully engaging in hate is a miserable fool, and never a true philosopher.
Combining the above truths, we can easily see that real philosophers are ultra-observant yet completely non-judgmental.
Granted, a real philosopher isn't necessarily always completely mute. A real philosopher isn't necessarily always in a state of complete and total thoughtless observation (a.k.a. mediation), with absolutely no inner monologue ever and without speaking or writing any words ever. While they listen more they speak, and observe more than they think, most real philosophers if not all real philosophers will still at times calmly think and calmly share words of wisdom, especially when directly asked and truly given the empty space, meaning silence from others and listening ears and carefully watching eyes. Indeed, that is how young philosophers learn from older ones, even dead ones, whose lifetime of carefully collected wisdom can be communicated across thousands of ever through the reading of one quick little book.
In contrast to real philosophers, many people, especially pseudo-philosophical pseudo-intellectuals, keep their hose on all day, and are too busy desperately pretending the moist air spraying from it is water to have time to collect new actual rain water.
A fool will die of dehydration in a rain storm.
Or, as a more common version of such a proverb goes: You can't push someone up a ladder. You can't help someone who doesn't want to help themselves.
Actions speak louder than words. Just because someone says they want to be helped or help themselves or both doesn't mean they really do. Just because someone says they want to be happy doesn't mean they really do. Just because an addict says they want to get clean doesn't mean they do.
As I have said many times before, including in my book: All humans are on the addiction spectrum.
And the most common fundamental human addiction is the addiction to comfort.
Given the chance, and the usually are given that chance, almost all humans in almost all situations will choose comfort over true happiness, and will choose indulging in their addictions over freedom.
Despite the often contrary words that will often come out of their mouth, many humans do not want free-spirited inner peace. They want unhappiness. They want to stay in their little pseudo-prison. They want to keep pretending to be really trapped in the miserable comfort zone, a slave to addiction and temptation. They want to keep using the six dangerous misery-inducing phrases because those phrases help them create their miserable illusion that want and cling to so badly.
And all of that is okay. Perfectly okay.
I love freedom. I love seeing people get what they want, meaning what they choose.
I love watching a dog chase its own tail. I love watching a little kitty cat, with a super serious look on its little kitty face, as it desperately seek the red dot.
And, if you want to chase your own red dot, I say more power to you. I say it with a smile.
How is it any different than anything this human we call me would do, be it boxing in my backyard with my friends until I'm bloody, or riding my motorcycle down the highway at over 100mph?
To each their own, I say.
Live and let live.
