Philosophers come up with some very interesting ideas. Now, what one finds interesting is highly subjective, and as goes the idiom one man’s trash is another man’s treasure, so does go the idea of interest. What a philosopher is, is in the first place difficult to define, as we’re all some form of philosopher at some level. Or not, who knows.

I was sitting in a quiet room the other day, not listening to any music, not reading any book, not writing my thesis, and not even actively engaged in thought. All I was was an organism soaking in sensory data through my various organs (but, but…isn’t that always the case? Maybe it is!) - and that inevitably led to a thought - that ever since the digital age graduated into being a full-blown storm of constant, active, input (consider the fact that even to read this post you’d need to have a digital device of some sort), I hadn’t taken out enough time to do…nothing.

Every single day, every single minute, there’d be some kind of activity, be it in the form of academics, sports, music, or anything - but not a single moment of just being. And that is mostly the case with everyone in the civilized world, I believe. Even a person who’s off social media still has to rely on other means to fill the void - that is, even if it’s something “productive” instead of mindless scrolling, it still is something. We’ve probably tuned in to the popular idea of “the idle brain being the devil’s workshop” so strongly that we’re subconsciously guilty of not doing anything if we actually aren’t doing anything.

Of course, there has to be a page on nothingness too, because we think. And think a lot. But maybe it’s a good idea to practise the practice of doing nothing for some time every single day. It might be useful.