The world in which I live.

 
I used to think it was necessary to figure the world out and as a small niche of that,my life.Worse still,I believed it was possible given enough thought .I then went through a stage of believing I had pretty much done both of those.Subsequently following that,I went through a heavy period of disillusionment both with thinking I had figured out my life and the world.I realized the answers to questions in society were false or only partial ones and would require vastly more experience,thought and learning to even approach.In my life I trimmed down the tree of my expectations and aspirations.Growing older kicked me hard with reality.It killed some or much of my youthful panglossian optimism and exuberant idealism.Gradually my thinking- my beliefs- fell in line with my  experiences rather than trying to work to experiences based on my beliefs.I developed a stoical attitude to life.Excepting it pretty much as it is,imperfect but still good, neither optimistic or pessimistic.Realist.Personally,I came to hope for little.It's strange to consider yourself an optimistic when you expect very little.On the wider scale my politics and philosophy became more humanistic,more realistic.Politics is nuanced,complex and exceedingly difficult.Philosophy has come to be somewhat irrelevant in our modern society and where it is not, it doesn't too much need  professional academics.We're all figuring out out as we go along.Life is nuanced and not black and white.Life is art, a self creation of individuals and societies figuring it out as we go along.Living is a creative process.In seeing life as art,you look for the ability to create something within your life,the opportunities for fun,for pleasure,for fun,for kindness and the like.In doing so you realize that life is an adventure, a multifaceted journey which you define with each step.