Portraits

Last night I started this blog with the title "Portrait of a twenty-something-year-old philosopher."

Today I have been challenged to think about how I would describe the purpose of my life.

I will start small. I'll define the purpose of this. The purpose of this blog is to encourage creative thought. To write, to exercise my mind, to practice the skill of language. To focus the many thoughts that run through my mind during the course of my day into an actual, visual reality.

Because, you see, in my short life I have already been many things. One of my favorite things I would consider myself is a philosopher, of sorts. I love to think, to consider new ideas. To ponder not just what the world and its wonders are, but why they are.

Ah, but it is late now. My mind and my eyes grow tired, and in all likelihood I will be up again soon. For the Littlest is still getting up at night. That is still one of my purposes in life at this time; more on that vein later. Good night.

Portrait of a Twenty-Something-Year-Old Philosopher

Catherine the Great wrote a "Portrait of a Fifteen-Year-Old Philosopher" as a young woman when she was challenged about letting her intellect slip amongst the courtiers of the Russian aristocracy of her day. She wanted to prove that there was more to her than the social niceties of the day. Her action made me think of what I would write if I were to pen a similar essay (of course, I would have to add roughly ten years to her title, but let's not get into all that.)

I feel compelled to write. I keep coming back to the idea of putting my thoughts into words, words that have meaning and are actually written down in a place where other people could just possibly see them.

I feel compelled to think, to question, to reason. Life isn't as straight forward as it used to be for me, and as such I think that that is what I'll do. I will write. I will put it down here, as though I was discussing life with you. That's the plan.

Let's see how it goes.