Uncertainty

You and I are probably wrong about most things- if not everything. That includes what it means to be wrong.

I don’t think it’s particularly difficult for one to notice their infinite ignorance. For myself, it’s an axiom.

Ideas I held close to heart and deeply sensed to be true have at times been shown to be deepy flawed. I am keenly aware that values that are the cornerstone of who I am are just that: necessities to hold me up.

Of course, I have felt this way a long time. As well, the multi-flavored ice cream of philosophy: metaphysics, epistemology, ethics and aesthetics shows that I am by no means unique.

However, in everyday life one must think, speak and act. Non-hypocritical skepticism is paralyzing. Plato was not a skeptic, wrote The Republic, and still informally came to decide that philosophers would make ineffective politicians.

So, how is it that I spend the day being highly decisive? How do I trust myself? How can I choose paths having been wrong so many times?

I try to not be a purist and enjoy every moment of partial uncertainty.
Perhaps.