A Direction the Class Needs

North.

Just kidding.

Follow your dreams.

Just kidding.

I think that in general, the class needs to be more focused. Which sounds a little ridiculous, but you know. It's a philosophy class, and voicing our opinions is fun and awesome because we're teenagers or whatever, but since the class is kind of enormous, it feels like we all just shout out what we think and don't really think about what everyone else is saying and don't really get a chance to change our minds about anything. I feel like we should be getting more out of discussions. Which I guess isn't a really good instruction, I guess, because it's a difficult think to do. The very most I think I can say about this is that I think everyone needs to walk into the room with a very strong opinion about whatever we read the night before and be totally convinced that it's truth and it's fact and present the opinion as such, while being completely prepared for walking out of the room with an entirely different opinion gained through the discussion. As new wavey and lame as this sounds I think that the class needs to be focused on learning about human nature through human nature(i.e. through eachother).

Father & Son, Mother & Daughter, Mother & Son, Father & Daughter

Father & Son, Mother & Daughter, Mother & Son, Father & Daughter

Every family has this weird, intricate relationships within itself. Alliances, grudges, dynamics, all this odd stuff. It changes constantly, too. No mother is always happy with her daughter and no son is always mad at his father. With parents, there is a need to be strict and a need to lax. With children, there is a need to be obedient, and a need to rebel.

Parents

In my experience, most parents do really love their children. Even when they ground them, or take away their allowance or whatever else parents do to punish their kids. Parent put punishments in motion with their kids because they feel they need to, in order to help their kids. In life, many things really do come full circle. If you don't do your work at a job, you get fired. In order to teach them that, parents take away privileges like TV time and such so that they understand that when they don't do what their supposed to, bad things happen.

Yet, as I mentioned previously, parents do love their children. Sometimes they have to give in and let the kid do something that maybe they shouldn't or normally wouldn't because they really want to.

Children

As a very young child, you are faced with a huge dilemma: you love your parents, you want to make your parents happy, you want to make them proud by obeying their rules. But at the same time, you also really want to paint the dog. As you grow older, you learn this sort of give and take when obeying and disobeying. You tend to find ways to at the very least give the illusion that you're obeying them at all times, keeping on good terms with your parents while still being able to explore yourself as a person as much as you possibly can.

However, parents were (surprisingly) children once, too. They had the same method of obeying/disobeying as their children do and they know it. It's like a series of unspoken rules. A mother understands that her son might sneak into rated R movies, or a father might understand that his daughter copies her math homework from time to time. But as long they don't see the disobeying to be truly harmful to their children, they can look the other way.

How Do I Know What I Know?

Popsicle sticks and trivia on the back of breakfast cereal boxes.

...no, but seriously, that's how I know what I know. I also know what I know from school, from television, from books, and so on. I know what I know from what I've seen, and what people have told me. I know things because I learned them. I don't subscribe to the idea or notion that we might just know things, that knowledge can just be, and is internal. With the exception of biological survival instincts, of course. I know I need to sleep and I know I need to eat because there's a little switch in my brain that says, "HEY. DO THIS. DOOOOO THIS." But everything else is a product of my environment. I'm not under any sort of illusion that I was born to be this, or born to be that. I know that I am the way I am and know what I know because I saw it somewhere or someone told me about it or I was exposed to it in one way or another. Anything that stuck with me longer or better than the others is just a matter of opinion. An opinion which differs from personality to personality. Personalities which we learn to keep through interactions at young ages.

So, yeah. I know what I know because I learned it.

Our Meaning.

"Our Meaning".

I'm going to go ahead and take the liberty of interpreting "our meaning" as "why are we here"/"what is our purpose". I assume that's what you meant, anyway.

Having had established the question, here's the answer: I don't know. I seriously do not have the answer to that question. If I did, I probably wouldn't be wasting my time writing some blog right now. I'd be out somewhere, completely happy, or completely fulfilled, or whatever one does after having discovered the meaning of life.

I've heard a lot of different theories on the meaning of life, or the purpose of human existence. For some it's God, for some it's to be an actor, for some it might be to eat the biggest stake in all of Northern Michigan. Simply due to the fact that none of those things have sounded appealing to me, I can conclude that each individual has their own meaning or purpose or road to take in order to feel fulfilled in their life.

As to why we're here on Earth existing in the first place, I don't know. And to be completely honest, I don't much care, either. I'd rather be here than not, and I'm sure that's the case for most other people. So who's to care about why and how and by whose doing?