"Mistakes are useful, because they lead, little by little, to the truth." -Anthony Doerr (All The Light We Cannot See)
So many mistakes. So little understanding. So few ways to turn the dark into the light. And yet so many ways to turn the mistakes into the truth. I don't think people do things apropos of nothing, so there must be logic in life somewhere, somehow. I don't want to buy into the early philosophy of Albert Camus and admit that everything is just absurd, but it's almost easier to think that way. If nothing matters, then ... nothing matters. Why even try?
How I seem to be dealing with this philosophical conundrum is to focus almost entirely on other people and just ignore the fact that I am a human being who is breathing air. If I put all my energy into other people, I don't have to acknowledge all the ways I'm ignored myself. I help others, but I don't help myself. Isn't that the definition of a hypocrite? Do what I say, not what I do. Or something like that.
I don't know. I just hope truth reveals itself soon, because otherwise i'm probably just digging my own grave. But there is truth in that mistake as well.
