Just one today, but it’s one that I can write about a fair deal.
To become a philosopher, start by walking very slowly.Nassim Nicholas Taleb, from The Bed Of Procrustes
I don’t think this is meant to be taken in a strictly literal sense, though it might not be the end of the world to do so.
I think it has to do with understanding value.
If you value things that are related to activity, you will live a life of activity.
This is not bad. Actions prove ideals.
However, ideals cannot flow from actions (or, perhaps it is better to say: ideals that are good do not typically flow from action).
By pursuing action rather than ideal, you put the cart before the horse.
Philosophers devote intentional time and effort to deliberate thought, and they are willing to invest the time to do so. That’s time spent reading and reflecting, time spent ruminating on concepts.
If you want to become a philosopher, taking a more passive approach is good. You don’t observe when you are obsessed with the change you want to bring.
I was (briefly) nicknamed “The Terminator” in high school because I have a tendency to power-walk, a trait which, when combined with a trench coat, led to the nickname. I also tended to be fairly expressionless because I was lost in thought most of the time, but I don’t think that was the origin.
The fact that I am a mostly harmless nerdy kid probably contributed to the end of the nickname, since the only way that anyone was in danger because of my actions was myself on account of poor diet (I wasn’t fantastically overweight, but the only way my diet could have been considered balanced would have been if I held it funny).
In any case, I hope that this does not disqualify me from being a philosopher. I still have a tendency to be ruthlessly efficient, and I try to avoid navel-gazing over everyday events.
Of course, the reason why I do this is because I know that I have the counter-part to it in me. I have the Millenial fixation with losing sleep over something that happened over a decade ago (like basically anything I did in middle school which I can still remember; embarrassment seems to be a strong driver of memory, which I should know from reading so much psych), and I have to work hard to not spend too much time looking into an infinite void of potential and doubt.
In any case, I think I definitely need to consider slowing down a little, not necessarily in terms of work but in terms of other things. I’ve noticed that I’m afraid of being bored, and I’m not sure that’s a way I want to be.
Be willing to commit to quiet.
If my cat were still around, I’d spend time cuddling her. As is, a quiet cup of tea may have to suffice.
Cut out noise, find signal.