Why after all these years I could not be at a more sophisticated standpoint?! Why am I still so infantile in progress, however long I have reflected on this question? Is it because I have not read the philosophical literature thoroughly enough?
I feel as though my undergraduate major in philosophy and my subsequent hiatus for 4 years from philosophy put me at no closer understanding of this question than if I had never studied philosophy. Well, almost.
I once thought in my teenage angst that once I get my career settled and income flowing, mind more leveled with experience, and achieving more things I wanted...would partly resolved the ongoing quest/craving for this need to understand the meaning, but these attainments have not made any significant dents on this behemoth of a subject and quest.
Any insights on this troubling topic would be appreciated. When does this quest ever mellow? I'm 29 and still finding really no zest in life. It once used to be the quest for knowledge, but I feel as though my need to learn has made me into a formless and vast vessel unfilled.
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