Field Notes

Notes from the wandering mind of a rogue learner

In reply to blogging about blogging about blogging …

Blogs are, from the reader perspective, a window into the personality of the blogger. The window can have varying levels of opacity and the light coming through can be polarised. The best blogs are a window of transparency free of polarisation in that way the mind-light, transmits across the entire spectrum and the personality shines in all its chaotic glory. – Dave Anderson

Your comment, Dave, is a pretty cool metaphor, and I love how you’ve framed blogs as a “window into the personality of the blogger.” I like the idea of varying opacity and polarisation. Blogs are indeed like windows, and I think they’re also like prisms: the light of a blogger’s personality can refract into a spectrum of colours, revealing hidden facets and depths that a plain window might not show.

I wonder if some level of opacity or polarisation isn’t part of what makes blogging so fascinating. After all, isn’t personality itself a construct of layers, contradictions, and shifting masks? Perhaps the “chaotic glory” you mention arises not despite these filters but because of them—like stained glass transforming raw light into art.

For me, the best blogs aren’t necessarily those that strive for perfect transparency, but those that embrace their complexity. A little polarisation can add dimension, like shadow adding depth to a painting.

Sometimes the most honest light is fragmented, capturing the chaos and beauty of a personality in flux. What do you think? Can the “mind-light” shine fully even through layers of artifice and reflection? Or does transparency remain the ideal we’re always chasing?

note: with this post, i’m trying out the new ‘reply’ post-kind type. i suppose this post-kind is most useful when riffing on a comment (like a jazz musician) as opposed to commenting on a comment. but i wanted to try it out anyway.

key features of a cyborg

A cyborg (short for “cybernetic organism”) is a being that combines biological and technological components, typically blending human or animal life with mechanical or electronic systems. The concept encompasses a wide range of possibilities, from simple enhancements to fully integrated, symbiotic relationships between organic and machine parts. Cyborgs exist at the intersection of biology, technology, and imagination, and their definition can vary depending on context—scientific, philosophical, or cultural.

Biological Foundation: A cyborg starts as a living organism, most commonly human.

Technological Integration: It incorporates artificial components—such as prosthetics, implants, or digital devices—that enhance or extend natural capabilities.

Functional Synergy: The biological and technological parts work together, often seamlessly, to achieve things neither could accomplish alone.

when does our self story begin?

it feel like our self story is shaped even before we are born. we don’t get to choose our parents so we inherit their circumstances and beliefs; they name us with a name that has a story embedded in it. and then they program our initial software from which we then begin to construct our story. when our boundless wonder and imagination is deemed not “cute” anymore, they tell us to grow up, stop being a child.

is the cause the beginning of the effect, or the effect the beginning of the cause? when did you become you?

as i expand my blogging game

as i expand my blogging game, i want to make use of the custom post types like ‘notes’ and ‘likes’.

restarting the community efforts

I’m restarting the community pages here using BuddyPress and BBPress. If you’re not already a member of the site, you can register and create your own profile here on soulcruzer. I’ll get a group and a forum started shortly.

This is my first use of the IndieBlocks …

This is my first use of the IndieBlocks plugin, which is meant to allow me to post short-form content by way of a custom post type. The neat thing is it auto-generates titles like Notional Velocity does, which helps enable writing quick notes without having to fuss with coming up with a title. The Notes posts are meant to be quick and dirty, like a tweet.

Southam CP, GB

The Paradox of Philosophical Freedom: Why True Liberation Comes Through Surrender

Reflections from an afternoon wisdom walk

During my wisdom walk today, I was listening to the audiobook Epicurus of Samos: His Philosophy and Life when a particular passage hit me: “To win real freedom, you must be the slave of philosophy. The man who submits and surrenders himself to her is emancipated on the spot, for the very service of philosophy is freedom.”

I was so in awe of the words that I immediately clipped the passage to fully unpack when I got home. At first glance, this seems like a contradiction. How can slavery lead to freedom? How can surrender create liberation? But as I’ve reflected on my own journey of dedicating myself fully to philosophical practice, I’m beginning to understand what Epicurus means.

The Energy of Commitment

What struck me most about this passage wasn’t just its paradoxical nature, but how perfectly it describes my own experience. I’ve been pouring tremendous energy and essence into philosophy, not just reading about it, but living it as a daily practice. This commitment isn’t casual or part-time; it’s become woven into the fabric of how I approach each day, each decision, and each moment of reflection.

When I say I’m putting my “essence” into philosophy, I mean something more than intellectual curiosity or academic study. It’s the difference between having philosophy as a hobby and having it as a way of being. It’s the difference between thinking about wisdom and actually practicing it in the messiness of real life. Every conversation, every choice, and every reaction becomes an opportunity to apply philosophical principles and insights.

What’s remarkable is that rather than feeling constrained by this level of commitment, I’ve discovered it’s offering me a road to freedom unlike anything I’ve experienced before. There’s something counterintuitive happening here. We’re taught to fear total commitment because we think it will narrow our options and trap us into being only one thing. But what I’m finding is the opposite: when you fully surrender to something as expansive as philosophical inquiry, it doesn’t limit you but actually opens up space for your most authentic self to emerge.

This isn’t the kind of freedom we typically imagine: freedom from all constraints, freedom to do whatever we want whenever we want. That kind of freedom often leaves us paralysed by endless options or at the mercy of our most immediate impulses. Instead, what philosophy offers is something deeper: the freedom to be my most authentic self through the lens of philosophical inquiry. It’s freedom not from structure, but through structure. Freedom not from discipline, but through discipline.

The Laboratory of Self-Awareness

On a day-to-day basis, this philosophical commitment has become a practice of deepening self-awareness. I find myself constantly questioning: Why do I do what I do? What motivates my actions? Is this response coming from social conditioning, habitual thinking, or something more authentic?

These questions arise naturally throughout the day. When I feel irritated by someone’s comment, I pause and ask: Is this irritation really about what they said, or is it triggering something deeper in me? When I make a decision, I examine: Am I choosing this because it’s what I truly want, or because it’s what I think I should want? When I form an opinion about something, I explore: Where did this viewpoint come from? Have I actually examined it, or am I just repeating something I absorbed from my environment?

This questioning isn’t about judgement or criticism; it’s about understanding. It’s about creating space between the automatic reaction and the deliberate choice. Most of us live much of our lives on autopilot, responding to situations based on patterns we’ve developed over years without ever consciously choosing them. Philosophy interrupts this automaticity. It introduces what I think of as a “sacred pause” between stimulus and response.

When I examine my behaviour patterns, my decisions, my thoughts, and my opinions through this philosophical lens, I’m not trying to impose some predetermined system onto my life. I’m not trying to force myself to fit into Stoicism or Buddhism or any other philosophical framework. Instead, I’m discovering my philosophy through the act of living and questioning. It’s an organic process of understanding what truly resonates with my deeper nature versus what I’ve simply inherited from culture, family, or circumstance.

This daily practice has transformed ordinary moments into opportunities for insight. A conversation with a friend becomes a chance to examine my communication patterns. A moment of frustration becomes a window into my expectations and attachments. A decision about how to spend my evening becomes an exploration of my values and priorities. Life itself becomes the laboratory where I can test ideas, observe patterns, and gradually align my actions with my evolving understanding of what it means to live authentically.

The True Nature of Things

What I’m really seeking is what I call “the true nature of things for me”—not some universal truth that applies to everyone, but what’s genuinely true for my experience and understanding. This distinction is crucial because so much of philosophy can become an exercise in trying to fit ourselves into someone else’s conclusions rather than arriving at our own insights through direct experience.

When I say “the true nature of things for me,” I’m acknowledging that while there may be universal principles, the way they manifest and apply in my specific life, with my unique history, temperament, and circumstances, is deeply personal. What brings me peace might create anxiety for someone else. What I find meaningful might seem trivial to another person. The philosophical path isn’t about finding the “right” answers that work for everyone; it’s about discovering what’s authentic and sustainable for my own journey.

This approach feels more honest and sustainable than trying to force myself into someone else’s philosophical framework. I’ve tried that before—attempting to adopt wholesale the practices and beliefs of great thinkers, only to find myself struggling against my own nature. There’s something almost violent about trying to squeeze yourself into a philosophical system that doesn’t quite fit, like wearing shoes that are the wrong size.

Instead, I’m learning to be curious about what resonates and what doesn’t, what serves my growth and what creates internal conflict. Sometimes a Stoic approach to detachment feels exactly right for a situation I’m facing. Other times, a more Buddhist emphasis on compassion better serves both me and those around me. Rather than feeling like I need to choose one philosophical allegiance, I’m discovering that wisdom often lies in being flexible and responsive to what each moment calls for.

The beauty of this practice is that it’s helping me develop what I might call “philosophical reflexes,” where questioning and examining become as natural as breathing. Just as we don’t have to consciously think about breathing once we’ve learnt how, these habits of inquiry are becoming automatic responses to experience. When something disturbs my peace, I instinctively ask what it’s teaching me. When I feel joy, I naturally explore what conditions created that state. When I face a difficult decision, I automatically examine it through the lens of my values and long-term vision.

Every moment becomes an opportunity to understand myself more deeply and to align my actions with my evolving philosophy of life. This isn’t about perfection or having all the answers. It’s about staying awake to my own experience and remaining curious about what it means to live with integrity and authenticity. The more I practice this way of being, the more I discover that the questions themselves are often more valuable than any final answers I might arrive at.

The Paradox Resolved

So how does this “slavery” to philosophy actually create freedom? I think it’s because most of what we typically think enslaves us (social expectations, material desires, fear of judgement, unconscious patterns) are actually chaotic masters that pull us in different directions. They promise freedom but deliver only more bondage.

Consider how we’re constantly pulled by competing demands: the pressure to succeed professionally while also being present for family, the desire for financial security while also wanting to pursue meaningful work, and the need for approval from others while trying to stay true to ourselves. These forces don’t operate according to any coherent principle; they simply react to whatever stimulus is strongest in the moment. We end up living reactive lives, bouncing from one urgent demand to another without any clear sense of direction or purpose.

Social expectations are particularly insidious because they masquerade as wisdom while actually keeping us trapped in patterns that serve others’ agendas rather than our own growth. We chase external markers of success—the right job, the right relationship status, the right possessions—thinking they’ll bring us freedom, only to find ourselves more anxious and less satisfied than before. The promise is always that once we achieve this next thing, we’ll finally be free to be ourselves. But the goalpost keeps moving, and the freedom never arrives.

Philosophy, by contrast, offers a different kind of discipline. It teaches us to examine these impulses rather than be driven by them. When we commit fully to the practice of thinking clearly, questioning assumptions, and living according to our deeper understanding, we’re freed from being unconsciously controlled by forces we haven’t examined.

This philosophical discipline works by giving us a stable centre from which to evaluate all these competing demands. Instead of being pulled in every direction by whatever is loudest or most urgent, we develop the capacity to pause and ask: Does this align with what I actually value? Is this moving me toward the kind of person I want to become? Am I responding from wisdom or from fear?

The “slavery” to philosophy is really a commitment to this process of conscious choice. It means being willing to say no to things that don’t serve our deeper purposes, even when they’re socially expected or immediately gratifying. It means accepting the discipline of regular reflection, of examining our motivations, of choosing the harder path when it’s the more authentic one.

What emerges from this commitment is a different quality of freedom altogether. It’s not the freedom to do whatever we want in the moment, but the freedom to live according to our deepest values and understanding. It’s not freedom from all constraints, but freedom through choosing our constraints consciously rather than having them imposed on us by unconscious patterns or external pressures.

Walking the Path

This isn’t about reaching some final destination where we’ll be completely free and fully self-aware. It’s about the ongoing practice of walking the path with increasing consciousness and authenticity. Every day offers new opportunities to question, to understand, and to align our actions with our deepest insights.

As I continue my wisdom walks and my philosophical practice, I’m discovering that Epicurus was right: in surrendering to philosophy, we find not constraint but liberation. Not limitation but expansion. Not slavery but the deepest kind of freedom—the freedom to be genuinely ourselves.

The paradox isn’t really a contradiction at all. It’s an invitation to understand freedom differently, to see that true liberation comes not from having no commitments, but from committing fully to what helps us become most authentically who we are.


What does philosophical freedom mean to you? How has commitment to deeper questioning changed your relationship with yourself and your choices?

Life is a Game (And You’re Already Playing)

A morning revelation sparked by ghosts, boredom, and the art of thriving

I woke up this morning with a thought that wouldn’t let go. It started with something as simple as watching the US version of Ghosts — you know, that show where spirits from different eras are stuck in a house together, trying to figure out how to spend eternity.

Here’s what hit me: these ghosts have been around for hundreds, sometimes thousands of years. They’re not worried about survival anymore; they’re already dead. So what’s their biggest challenge? Boredom. Everything they do is just trying to stay entertained, to find meaning in the endless stretch of existence.

And I realised: that’s not so different from us.

The Two-Level Game

We’re all playing life on two levels:

Level 1: Survival — We need food, water, shelter, and safety. This is the biological game, the one every living creature plays. It’s necessary, urgent, and non-negotiable.

Level 2: The Boredom Game — Once survival is handled, we’re left with consciousness, time, and the need to do something with both. This is where we create meaning, chase experiences, build relationships, and yes — try not to go insane from boredom.

Most animals play both levels too. Watch a cat that’s well-fed and safe; it’ll still hunt, play, and explore. It’s not just surviving; it’s engaging with existence itself.

The Thriving Trap

But here’s where humans got creative (maybe too creative): we invented thriving.

Thriving goes beyond survival and even beyond healthy boredom management. It’s the endless pursuit of more: more status, more stuff, more achievement, more everything. It’s what makes us buy into systems that promise fulfilment through accumulation.

Don’t get me wrong, some thriving is natural. We want to grow, improve, and connect. But somewhere along the way, thriving became this separate game with its own rules, its own scoreboards, and its own anxiety.

I think we’ve overcomplicated it.

What Epicurus Knew

The ancient philosopher Epicurus had this figured out. He wasn’t about chasing intense pleasures or climbing social ladders. He focused on ataraxia, a kind of tranquil contentment that comes from freedom from pain and anxiety.

He understood that happiness isn’t about winning some external game. It’s about playing the game of existence with skill and enjoyment, without getting lost in the scorekeeping.

The Game-Changer Realisation

Here’s my morning epiphany: Life is a game, and you’re already playing it.

It’s not a game of winners and losers, but rather a game of play—something you engage in for the sheer joy of engaging, something you explore because exploration is fascinating, and something you experience because experience is the ultimate goal.

When you see it this way, everything changes:

  • Fear becomes less paralyzing (it’s just part of the game mechanics)
  • Doubt becomes less relevant (whose rules are you doubting anyway?)
  • Risk becomes more interesting (what happens if I try this move?)
  • Failure becomes feedback (how does this affect my game?)

Playing Your Own Game

The beautiful thing about recognising life as a game is that you get to choose how to play it. You can play conservatively or boldly, solo or with others, for high stakes or just for fun.

The only real rule is that the game ends eventually. And knowing that, really knowing it, can make you more willing to make interesting moves, to go for what you want, and to engage fully with the experience of being alive.

Because ultimately, that’s all any of us are doing anyway. We’re conscious beings, trying to create something meaningful with the time we have, fighting off boredom, and finding our own version of happiness.

So why not play well? Why not take risks? Why not go for what you want?

The game’s already in progress. You might as well make it interesting.


What’s your take on life as a game? Are you playing it the way you want to, or are you following someone else’s rules? Let me know in the comments. I’d love to hear how you’re choosing to play.

What did Epicurus have to say?

The Core of Epicurean Philosophy:

Pleasure is the beginning and the end of the blessed life.

But not the hedonism of wine-soaked debauchery. Epicurus was not referring to the superficial pleasures that come with constant consumption. No, Epicurus meant something far subtler and more sustainable: ataraxia—a deep, inner tranquillity. The kind of peace that arises when fear is dissolved and the soul is no longer tormented by longing or superstition.

He divided pleasure into two types:

  • Kinetic pleasures: the active ones—eating when you’re hungry, warming up when you’re cold.
  • Katastematic pleasures: the stable ones—peace of mind, freedom from fear, the absence of pain.

The second, he said, is where the true gold lies.

His Four-Part Cure (The Tetrapharmakos):

Like a philosophical balm for the aching soul, Epicurus offered four distilled truths:

  1. Don’t fear the gods
    They’re not angry, they’re not watching you, and they’re not meddling in your life.
    The divine is serene—be like that.
  2. Don’t worry about death
    When we are, death is not. When death is, we are not. So why fear a thing we never meet?
  3. What is good is easy to get
    Bread. Water. Friendship. The essentials of joy are within reach.
    Luxuries complicate more than they console.
  4. What is terrible is easy to endure
    Pain, if sharp, passes. If chronic, it becomes bearable. Most suffering is in the fear, not the thing.

On Friendship, Simplicity, and the Soul

Epicurus held friendship as one of the greatest pleasures of life, perhaps even the highest. He wrote letters to his companions as if they were sacred. In his garden, everyone was welcome, slave and free alike, united not by rank but by the pursuit of peace.

He believed philosophy should be lived, not lectured. He believed that philosophy should not be a performance but rather a practice. He saw philosophy as a way to sift the soul clean of unnecessary fear and false desire.

As for simplicity, it wasn’t about deprivation but liberation from the constant gnaw of want. He believed that once we learn to enjoy little, we’re free.

“If you wish to be rich, do not add to your money, but subtract from your desires.”

What We Might Learn, You and I

If we were to walk barefoot with Epicurus today, he might ask us:

  • What are you truly afraid of—and is it real?
  • Which of your desires are natural? Which are vain?
  • Who do you share your table with? Do you eat with joy?
  • Can you find contentment in this moment, just as it is?

His path is not one of renunciation, but of right relationship—with pleasure, with fear, with longing, and with death.

A Few Soulful Fragments

“Death is nothing to us.”
“It is not what we have, but what we enjoy, that constitutes our abundance.”
“The wealth required by nature is limited and is easy to procure; but the wealth required by vain ideals extends to infinity.”

A Practice for the Day:

Before your next meal, pause and ask:

“What simple thing am I grateful for right now?”
Then eat slowly, with the reverence of someone who knows that joy often wears plain clothes.

Or perhaps this:
Take a walk with a friend and talk not of politics or news, but of the fears that keep you from peace. Then laugh together, for Epicurus said that even the gods smile upon those who find joy in friendship.


Epicurus invites us not to escape the world, but to live in it lightly, with less fear and more freedom.

He does not offer us grandeur, but gladness.
Not empire, but equanimity.
Not performance, but the quiet joy of being alive, in this very moment, together.

Would you walk with him?

Walking Slow Enough for the Soul to Catch Up

A Wisdom Walk from Marston Doles to Napton-on-the-Hill

There’s something about the rhythm of the feet on a towpath that unlocks the mind. Today’s wisdom walk wasn’t just about getting my steps in after a morning glued to the screen. It was about working through the soul of what I’m building here.

The afternoon sun was warm on my back as I followed the canal from Marston Doles toward Napton-on-the-Hill. My phone buzzed with notifications, and my watch reminded me I was still shy of my daily movement goals, but none of that mattered. What mattered was the conversation happening between my walking self and my thinking self.

The Brand Revelation

I’d been wrestling with four different bio options for the Barefoot Philosopher rebrand. You know how it is; you can stare at words on a screen until they lose all meaning. But put one foot in front of the other, let the mind wander while the ducks paddle alongside, and suddenly clarity emerges.

“Barefoot philosopher helping contemplative rebels find wisdom in everyday moments.”

That’s it. That’s the line.

Not “intelligent misfits”; I feel like that’s too exclusive, too academic. I also don’t want to limit myself to “ancient wisdom”; that’s too narrow, despite my love for Marcus Aurelius and Seneca. The magic happens in those everyday moments. Like right now, walking this towpath, working through the very essence of what wisdom means in motion.

Ancient Philosophy Meets Morning Coffee

The second line came easier after that: “I blend ancient wisdom with modern insights for a soul-led life.”

But here’s where it gets interesting: that phrase I’d been playing with, “ancient philosophy meets morning coffee,” suddenly revealed itself not as a bio line but as something bigger. It felt like a podcast waiting to be born. Can you picture it? Recording from actual coffee houses, maybe finding a co-host who shares the vision, and bringing those contemplative moments to life in real conversation.

The Barefoot Wisdom Cafe isn’t just a concept; it’s a practice. It’s the morning coffee contemplations, those stolen moments of reflection between the chaos. You don’t need to carve out massive chunks of time for wisdom. Sometimes it’s just grabbing a coffee and having a think.

The Mobile Warrior’s Epiphany

Somewhere between the duck family (mama with nine little ones—what a sight) and the impromptu concert from a fellow traveller, it hit me: this is how real work gets done. Not chained to a desk, but moving through the world, processing ideas in motion.

The irony wasn’t lost on me that I was solving my bio problem while literally embodying the solution of walking slow enough for the soul to catch up.

Random Encounters, Real Conversations

The beauty of this mobile approach isn’t just the thinking space; it’s the human connections that happen when you’re present in the world. A canal boat crew six hours into their journey from Hayford to Cosgrove. A quick exchange about the lovely weather, about needing fresh air after screen time. Real conversation with strangers instead of just text messages with strangers.

That’s the difference between living behind screens and living in the world. Both have their place, but the balance matters.

The Wisdom in Walking

As I found my way back through overgrown trails and boundary markers, dodging hungry mosquitoes and losing my lens cap to curious brambles, the third line crystallised: “Walking slow enough for the soul to catch up.”

This isn’t just poetic flourish; it’s a methodology. It’s recognising that our best insights often come not when we’re pushing hard but when we’re moving at the pace of reflection. When we give our deeper selves permission to join the conversation.

The contemplative rebels I want to reach? They already know this. They’re the ones who’ve sensed that there’s more to life than the hustle, more to wisdom than the latest productivity hack. They’re ready for the ancient stuff, yes, but applied to right now, right here, in the everyday moments that actually make up a life.

Building Something Real

By the time I reached my car, I had covered 3.38 miles, solidified my bio decisions, and conceptualised an idea for a new podcast series. I realised I’d done something that couldn’t have happened at my desk. I’d thought with my whole self, not just my head.

The Barefoot Philosopher isn’t just a brand I’m building; it’s a way of being I’m remembering. One foot in the ancient wisdom traditions, one foot in the messy, beautiful reality of modern life. Walking the path between them, slow enough for the soul to catch up.

The X platform might be controversial these days, but it’s still solid for micro-blogging. That’s where this next phase launches. Short reflections, daily wisdom, and the kind of content that meets people in their everyday moments rather than demanding they carve out special time for enlightenment.

Because here’s the thing about contemplative rebels: we don’t need permission to think deeply. We just need reminders that it’s possible, practical, and actually more efficient than the alternatives.

The trail always leads home, but the walking changes everything.


This post was composed during and after a wisdom walk through the Warwickshire countryside. Sometimes the best way to write about walking is to actually walk first.

Do the thing

Sunday evening. The rain has passed; the clouds linger. I’m out on a wisdom walk letting my feet meet the earth and my thoughts catch up with my breath.

The day began scattered. Too many moving parts: the sale of the old truck and the logistics of the new one—registrations, license plates, and tax. My house, in a state of lived-in chaos, mirrored my mind. Inner clutter. Outer clutter. Echoes of each other.

When I’m in that state, one thing that helps me is getting physical. Doing something with my body gives my mind a break from itself. So I turned to the shed. It needed sorting, and I needed centring. By midday, we were in a rhythm. Lifting, moving, organising. A kind of shed-zen. It brought me back into my body, and with it came a clearer mind.

Now I’m walking and reflecting. I didn’t want to end the day sitting. Movement sharpens insight. This is something I’ve been returning to all week: the connection between walking and thinking. Between motion and meaning.

This week’s theme has been philosophy as a way of life. Pierre Hadot has been my guide, reminding me that philosophy isn’t meant to be confined to the lecture hall. It’s meant to be walked, spoken, and lived. Rebecca Solnit’s Wanderlust added fuel to the fire, tracing the long lineage of thinkers who took their thoughts on foot. From Socrates to Rousseau, Nietzsche to Thoreau. Philosophy has often worn out the soles of its shoes.

For me, this is it. Reading, reflecting, walking, writing, talking, and sharing. That’s the core of my game. Everything else can orbit that.

The insight that lands tonight is simple. Do the thing. Don’t just think about it. Don’t just map it endlessly. Embody it.

Walk the walk. Talk the talk. Play my game. Let the rest go.

As the Stoics remind us, what others think, say, or do is none of our business. Our business is what lies within our control. What lies within my control is showing up fully, soulfully, and doing the work that calls me.

So here I am. Out walking beneath a soft sky. Speaking my reflections into the air.

This is the practice. This is the way.

Soundtrack

Philosophy as a Way of Life

This morning, I’m sitting in my in-laws’ conservatory in Bristol, morning light filtering through glass while the rest of the house sleeps. Coffee steam rises between me and the quiet, and somewhere in this threshold between night and day, a question whispers itself awake. It’s one that’s been brewing in the back of my mind like this cup of joe:

What if philosophy wasn’t something you study but something you breathe?

I’ve been wandering around this idea of philosophy as a living path, though “path” feels too tidy for what we’re really entering. It’s more like stumbling into a clearing in the woods where ancient voices gather around a fire, sharing secrets about how to be human. The spark for all this comes from Pierre Hadot’s quietly revolutionary work, Philosophy as a Way of Life. It’s a book that has been changing how I see what wisdom actually is.

The radical truth Pierre Hadot discovered: For centuries, philosophy lived in bodies, not just books. The Stoics didn’t read about resilience. They practiced it in the marketplace, during heartbreak, while watching empires crumble. The Epicureans didn’t theorise about pleasure. They cultivated it in gardens, in friendship, and in the simple miracle of being alive.

Somewhere along the way, we forgot.

We turned wisdom into an academic performance and depth into data points. But what if philosophy is actually an ancient technology for transformation? It’s what Hadot called “spiritual exercises,” but I prefer to think of them as sacred experiments in being human.

Here’s what I’m learning: The Stoics, Epicureans, Platonists, and Cynics weren’t running philosophy departments. They were running schools of life. Each tradition offered a different experiment: How do we live when everything is uncertain? How do we love without attachment? How do we find freedom within constraint?

This journey isn’t about collecting philosophical concepts like spiritual trophies. It’s about discovering what happens when ancient practices meet your Tuesday morning setback, or your 3 AM worries, or your grocery store revelations.

There’s more to living than optimising. And maybe it has taken me to Act III to realise this, but it’s never too late, right? This is my invitation to slow wisdom. To begin where all real philosophy begins: in wonder.

Philosophy as something you do, not just something you know.

Breathe that in for a moment.

What wants to be discovered when you stop optimising your life and start living it philosophically?

This deep dive will give you some insight into where I’m headed:

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