'Simple living and high thinking'
Honestly I find this is very very difficult to follow
in practical life.
What philosophy you do follow/like to follow
in your practical life?

the old cliche

'treat others as youd like to be treated'

Embrace each new day and, be open to the possilbilities!

That advice's kind of hard and inconvenient for heterosexual males to follow.

My philosophy:

"Do unto others as you'd like to."

"Say your prayers, and the third law of thermodynamics will hold."

"If someone turns his or her other cheek, do them a favour, and make them happy by slapping that side, too."

"Do not worship craven images before your God. Afterward, it's okay, for dessert worship, like an afterglow or something."

"There is nothing else than what is."

"Give your seat up to an elderly passenger on the bus, over 55. I'm 57 now. You can recognize me from my suspenders, backpack and idiotic smile. I'm usually the only 5'4" fat guy on the bus at any time."

"Don't be stupid."

"Just do it."

"Just say no."

"Just say no and then do it."

"Just do it and say no."

"Just do it and don't tell your parents, the teacher, or your parole officer."

"Just do it and then deny having done it."

"Just do it, but know what "no" is."

I actually follow that advice, but only because I happened into it. I do think. Daily. Almost. And I do live simply because I have not much income.

But I wouldn't travel to see the world if I had the income. After I'd immigrated to Canada, I realized that dirt is just dirt, gravity pulls here as much as in the old country on the other side of the pond.

Much earlier in my life I had a horrible revelation, that sucked all the wonder of the natural world out of it for me. This is what it was. My dad used to take me every Sunday in the summers on a hike. He was the president in his company's amateur hiking group. We would hike around 10 miles (15-20 km) on a given Sunday. I was six or seven when he first took me out.

So one day we were hiking on a mountain, and across the valley there was another high mountain. With white spots on it. A guy had a set of binoculars, and everyone looked. After much slobbering and begging they let me look too (don't drop it or you're dead), and I looked at the other side, which was then brought incredibly close to me by the binoculars, and I realized, it's just as boring there as here, where I was standing.

This taught me one lesson that I remembered for life: The grass is not greener on the other side. The greenest grass is the green, green grass of home. Cherry lips, golden hair and running to me and all. There is nothing quite like here, and if you don't wonder at the mundane mud and shrubbery at your feet, then don't expect to wonder at the purple haze of Alpha Centauri, when your space ship lands you there.

I basically realized that frills, hoopla hoo and jamborees are reserved for those who can enjoy them. I never again had joy going to fairs, or marching down the avenue toward the main square on mayday parade in my Communist Sunday best.

In fact, that look through the binoculars completely turned me off the beauty of physical reality. I stopped enjoying paintings, sculputres and buildings. I figured if they seem beautiful but the stuttering one-legged beggar in rags on the corner is not, then there is something awfully wrong with the world's order. The beggar is the same as Mona Lisa: a human with a soul. Why the discrimination, then?

Having left the appreciation of the physical world behind me, I threw myself into appreciating the beauty of the conceptual world. I wanted to know everything about math; I wanted to know as much as possible about physics and astronomy and subatomic particles. I enjoyed philosophical movies, that had a hightened sense of transmitting to the viewer only those ideals that are conceptual, that are ineffable, that are ephemeral yet everlasting. I started to seek the truth, and I even realized much later in a beautiful moment, that searching the truth is just as futile as it is interesting and beautiful.

I threw myself into music, and into reading, and into daydreaming about girls.

I became a complete recluse even as a child, and Artelette here says it's because I was autistic, and i fully believe her.

My mind was perhaps just revealed, not changed, when I looked at the distant hillside across the valley with the binocular.

It is a strange place, reality is. The more you know, the less you care, the more you experience, the less enthusiastic you become about it. The more you remember, the less the memories mean to you, they lose from their personal values. People in your past become smaller and smaller, and new people do not enter, so you feel you're a Gulliver in Lilliput, your loneliness is gigantic, but you got used to it by now, and all that gives you just a little joy in life is shooting the bull and drinking coffee.

Be good to everyone....except for the people with attitude...they can and should be crushed.

If you prick a man who has an attitude... doesn't he bleed like a nice guy?

Stop, drop and roll. My daughter learned that in a presentation done by fire department. I think it is a good philosophy for life.

Grr. Grr. Stoop, droop, and drool.

(Please don't mind me. I meant no disrespect - this is only to let me vent about with lingual combinatorics.)

Everyone bleeds. The pricks decide when and where they bleed....nice guys have that desicion made for them.

By all means vent. I do it all the time.

do unto others before they do it to you..
do unto others and run like hell...

Do good nd never expect a pay back, b'cos u wil be disapointed

go grant me the serenity to accept the things i can not change
the courage to change the things i can and the wisdom to know
where to hide the bodies of the ones who pissed me off

Oh i suddenly remembered the Foxboro Hot Tubs there. That's the name of their album. :tired:

"Better to know a little about a lot than a lot about a little."

do good. try. learn...never be blind to the ignorance of the arrogance; of thinking you have achived a "philosophy of life".

Lifes short. Enjoy every sandwich...........

That which does not kill me...delays the inevitable.

In general it is true.
At the same time it happens often that when one is too good to others,they try to exploit assuming it as one's weak point.So we should be a little bit careful.(In my opinion.)