The on the Spot Ramblings of an All Night Surfer Required to Write an Essay

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All the major psychologists had their own theories on the mind and how it worked. Freud, Jung, Maslow, Pavlov, I can’t remember all of them nor all their theories. Some basic concepts stuck with me. The concept that we each have separate personalities like Freud with the id, ego, and superego. I understood this to be our primal nature, like the child inside, our sense of self and our moral compass or if you will the parent inside of us. Maslow's hierarchy of needs which in principal theorizes we are constantly in a state of flux depending on whether our needs are being met. Ultimately seeking self-awareness. Humanistic theories, naturalists, evolutionists, theories abound. The only reason I bring some of these up is that one’s own theories can be made through study of all these pioneers. Again, some people think these ideas are crazy but who better to dabble with the inner workings of the mind than a crazy person!

A conclusion is nowhere in sight. I had no clear goal to begin with and therefore I ramble. The thread of continuity of this article appears to be philosophy and the philosophy of philosophy if that makes any sense. When you get right down to it no-one really knows what’s going on in this world. Much less in their own head. But like any other uncharted wilderness there will be explorers and pioneers. The brain must be like the galaxy we live in or perhaps the universe itself. A vast largely unexplored realm in which few have journeyed. We know of it and have learned a few things but there is so much more to learn. Is it not worth the effort to find out what makes us tick? What motivates and drives us? Why we have emotions? Why socially we bond to others. Why some people seem evil, bent to destruction? While others appear good, caring, nurturing. Is it society that molds us? Or are we born this way? Is our personality a combination of genes and social interaction? Is there a higher power or lower at work here? Is there such a thing as destiny? Is our life written for us or do we write it each day? The list goes on and on ad infinitum. It seems to me that I must enjoy the struggle. I think on these things quite often. Refining and revising my beliefs based on new information I receive. New experiences in life. To me this must be part of the reason I am here. Not to merely exist but to try to become aware of my existence and it’s relation to the whole, that is mankind. Above all to thine own self be true. Dang! Plagiarism again!