The Lonely Journey of Philosophy
My entire philosophical journey has been a solo endeavor. For years, I’ve been screaming into the void, sharing my ideas, refining them, developing them into something extraordinary—and no one cared. No one listened. No one helped. It’s frustrating, even infuriating, to look back at how much effort I’ve poured into my work and realize that it was done entirely alone. Not because I wanted it to be, but because no one would engage with me. I longed for conversations, for someone to share in this exploration, but the world was silent. The Isolation of Thought Philosophy is often thought of as a collaborative process, a dialogue where ideas grow and evolve through discussion. But that wasn’t my experience. I shouted into the world, and the world turned away. I didn’t have peers to challenge me or mentors to guide me. Every breakthrough, every refinement of my ideas, was born out of my own struggle, my own determination to keep going despite the lack of support. The Frustration of Being Ign...