Mid-term Socrates

Socrates said “the unexamined life is not worth living”. He said this during his trial, for he did not want to live out the rest of his life without questioning and provoking questions. For him it was not worth living, and those immortal words have echoed on, but today, to apply that statement to my own life, it is as I believe he would have wanted it to be, a puzzlement.

Though I know there is no right or wrong answer, either I agree or don’t agree; I also know that nothing is as black and white as the question laid out before me. I believe that Socrates had a great amount of wisdom however he chose to use it, but I also believe he did not want to impose that wisdom however right or wrong but rather indeed to provoke one into there own wisdom, to get them thinking, examining there own life as he has examined his. He dreamt of a better world, he sought a better world with his wisdom and that is probably the main reason he was persecuted so indefinitely. This shows one of two things, that some people are scared to open there minds and that others simply chose not to. Though everyone has that ability, most live in blissful ignorance. This is where the line skews, for those like my-self who question the questions and question the answers to our questions, the line is gone and the possibilities are endless, though it is not easy to say anything with one hundred percent certainty that is not proven to that same standard.

So it is a puzzlement, because every one is different, and some more different than others. I can say that I believe my life is worth living regardless, that I am recording a piece of history that was meant for my eyes. Though, it is hard to say that I could live my life closed minded as some do, “Eyes wide shut” as they say. Droning along in an endless uniform line to the inevitable cliff and knowing of nothing else. Still it is hard, because most chose or are too scared to step out of that line and see it for what it is, imaginary. Yet the beat goes on and more people fall into place, mostly it is hard to be different, to think uniquely, when you feel an expectation of conformity. Socrates died an old man, he provoked as much as he could and he died a martyr to his cause, and he did not waver. This was not because he was wiser than anyone else, he might have escaped death than, it was because he was wiser than most and only then because he looked deeper and from farther away then any dared, or dreamed to dare of. To give one’s life is a grate sacrifice and a most dramatic statement, he truly believed in a better way and to have conformed then, at the very end would have done nothing for his quest, for you can not expect one to stop dreaming. His mind was not something that could be switched on or off and he knew his tongue would not be silenced until his last breath, but I believe that in his last moments he knew that there would never be silence again. He was right, his pupils, his friends did not see his death in fear of there own but as a symbol of his words.

I can speak for myself when I say examining my life brings me pain and pleasure, most truths are bitter sweet as is my mortality by limitation, but I can not speak for everyone. For some this is there only way of life and function, they may never see above the surface, but that does not mean that I can not try and provoke them into new realizations of there own, as Socrates would. It does however; mean that old saying about a horse and water, you can lead him there but you can’t make him drink. Although if the negative is true, than the opposite must also be true, that that horse may never go thirsty again. He might never absorb it all but