F stirrer I regarded myself as a amateur philosopher. Ghastly, I know, and this for two reasons: first, it's bad, with 23 years already speak of "before", the other philosophy is now studied in its Form, probably often only a means to an end, to avoid real work. ?
questions as: What is the meaning of life, or why we are here, every teenager is in his first Depri phase to satisfy - the idea that someone occupies an entire course to themselves from now on to employ graduate with such things comes before me always grotesque.
Anyway - I had great fun with it, me with various people like Kant, Hegel, Plato and how to look hot all. This can be quite entertaining, especially when one gives up the doctrines of the various German teacher and his own interpretations of these writings in conversation brings.
Nietzsche's nihilism? What does this have to do with intellect, if one is angry at everything and always convinced of the worst? Plato's cave? Maybe he was just drunk and how he came to these ideas ... Philosophy can be very funny.
A few days ago I am now wondering what it means to "know". Yes that implements some form of knowledge - and knowledge is always relative, if we are to believe Socrates and his disciples. I know that I know nothing ... (And thus already knows more than he who does not know that he knows nothing ... No more beer for table three, would be my suggestion).
What I'm saying: I have lived for over 15 years at the edge of the beautiful Village Aadorf, and for nine years, I train around here. Very proud I've already seen more than once various card (also great) and I located my bike routes and walking - it's truly amazing how far you can get in a day with two 28-inch tires under it! My catchment area of one-day tours range from Glarus, meanwhile, over Lake Constance to the Black Forest. When running, it looks similar, but since I already had around.
Now I have discovered a new hobby for me, which presents itself to happiness with a nice side effect would be as highly intensive training: the mountain bike.
your initial mania took this last September, where I suffered at once a rough road Koller - if I only looked at my bike and me on the right the white line, the angry motorist was introduced next, by turning me. But since I still had competitions in front of me (which then ran good too!), I acted and dug my old mountain bike out again. This concept fits quite well, but this mill was a good four years behind a shed and was anything but functional. A few hours later I again had a fairly aggressive Vehicle available and began.
The tempo that you can ride a bike, differ greatly from those on a road bike - which means that the trips were purely of kilometers of course shorter. But I discovered that I had with this bike bound even less than the running shoes in any way. Before long, the "trail-tracking" has been one of my favorite activities. An almost overgrown deer trail, a half-hidden trail, and even simple cross-country - I suddenly everywhere to drive new opportunities in order to train and to simply have fun. Even though I sometimes auskotzte me so that I after two hours on the bike are hardly able to - I was extremely satisfied every time thereafter. And I realized: the area where I lived for over 15 years, is totally foreign to me! I had and still have no idea what inspired Trails and paths here are right outside my front door - and, above all, I keep discovering little, almost as "treasures" to be designated spot, which I previously and in this form had never seen before. Right now the autumn is a wonderful thing.
I think I "know" something really is only theoretically possible. But "to know" - this can be something great, no matter what's at stake.
"Oh, it's too cold, why can not already be spring, I want to go to training camp, Rolle training is sooo boring ..." - Those records are still to come early enough for me too. Enjoy the fall, it's worth it!
Sincerely,
Fabian
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