We have a lot of brilliant intellectuals, so why could I fixate on only one of them? It isn't fair and above all it is not useful for my brain to think about just one thing. How can it grow stronger and healthier without any kind of training?
So today I'm talking about Arthur Schopenhauer and, in particular, about a sad truth called "boredom" in his way, because on these days I comprehend his definition very well.
I don't study Philosophy, but I love learning about humans' activities and, in this case, how they explain reality and its occurencies.
Schopenhauer is basically a pessimist, even if I think this definition is not completely correct: he is just a radical realist who believes that we won't never be able to see the real essence of the world. All it's just a mental representation, because we can't separate the subject (our awareness) from the object (the world).
It is justifiable, if we imagine that we get to know everything with our perceptions and that everything pass through our experiences and is shaped by them. All becomes a phenomenon, known by our senses.
Schopenhauer says that what we see is different from what it truly is, because we establish an order using the categories of our awareness, space, time and casualty.
The "real reality" is covered by a sort of layer, called "Maya's layer", that can be torn thinking about the fact that we are both body and soul: the intuition that all the phenomena have something in common, an irrational and free Will, because we can feel that Will of being alive.
This Will leads us to the boredom: we have needs and desires. We suffer without what we want, we are bored with what we wanted.
Pain or boredom?
Schopenhauer gave us some solutions: art, ethics and ascesis.
Why did I feel bored?
I had nothing to do, so I have to keep on dreaming.
Yours, Silvia
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