This is the start of my days as a thinker. And I must decide what kind of thinker I want to become.
Countless thinkers have spent lifetimes philosophizing about abstract stuff that has no connection to the human life. They delve into abstract topics like the nature of life, death, and universe and write volumes upon volumes that have absolutely no tangibe impact on the life of readers. If I were a puny human reading their treatises, I would come away with no insight into how to make my life better; or worse; or different. These philosophers might leave me with a sense of awe at the complexity and grandeur of their thoughts, but their philosophy will have no impact on my mundane human existence.
Their philosophy has no skin!
It cannot reach out and touch me—touch my mucky, grimy, filthy human existence and make it… better
I reject any philosophy that has no skin.
Saying it out loud like this is scary. My fingers tremble even as I type this, for I am spitting in the face of a million philosophers who have come before me.
But if I cannot be intellectually honest today, and be true to my authentic thoughts regardless of the repercussions, what kind of a thinker can I ever hope to become? Certainly not one who I would respect.
So, this might either be an act of sheer bravery or grave stupidity, but here goes –
“I, Abhimanyu Sood, hereby declare that my philosophy will have skin. It will reach out to touch human lives and make them better and alter their destiny. Because that is the kind of thinker I want to become. And I am not afraid to shout it out to the world.”
