When did we stop wondering how absolutely bizarre it is that we exist at all?

Seriously.

We wake up. Grab our phones. Drink coffee. Go to work. Buy groceries. Pay bills. Get annoyed because someone in front of us is driving 80 when the speed limit is 100.

And meanwhile, about eight billion of us are spinning around on a giant ball in a universe we can barely comprehend.

But anyway.

Monday.

I find that fascinating.

As children, we looked at the world as if everything was extraordinary.

Why is the sky blue?
Where does the sun go?
Why do people exist?
Where was I before I was born?

And after question number 37, you probably got an answer like:

"Because that's just the way it is."

And there went our philosophical career.

Philosophy isn't a dusty old book to me

When we think of philosophy, we often picture old men with beards saying complicated things that make you think after three sentences:

Right… beautiful. No idea what you mean.

But to me, philosophy is something completely different.

Philosophy is staying curious about life.

It's allowing yourself to ask questions that Google can't answer within three seconds.

Who am I, really?

Why do I believe what I believe?

Am I living the way I want to live, or the way I've been taught a good life is supposed to look?

What does love mean to me?

What is freedom?

And perhaps one of my favourite questions:

What if I've been looking at it all wrong?

That's what I love about philosophy.

You don't always have to find an answer.

Sometimes, the question alone makes your world bigger.

Maybe that's what richness really is

We've become used to measuring wealth by what we can see.

Money.
A beautiful home.
A successful career.
Holidays.
Things.

And don't get me wrong: I wouldn't exactly turn down a beautiful home with a garden, lots of plants and plenty of sunshine either.

I'm philosophical, not crazy.

But there is another kind of richness.

A rich inner world.

To be able to sit somewhere and be moved by the sky.

To have a conversation that still has you thinking three days later: hmm…

To look at the moon and suddenly realise:

That thing is literally just hanging there.

To not take everything for granted.

To me, that's richness.

And this is where philosophy meets self-love

Because to me, self-love isn't only about putting on a face mask, setting boundaries or telling yourself you're beautiful.

Self-love is also about getting to know yourself.

And to truly know yourself, sometimes you have to ask questions that feel a little uncomfortable.

Why am I actually doing this?

Do I want this?

Or do I want someone else to be proud of me?

Does this life still fit me?

Or am I holding on to a version of myself I've already outgrown?

Philosophy keeps bringing you back to yourself.

Not so you can endlessly analyse every little thing.

But so you can choose more consciously.

Because how can you create a life that truly fits you if you never stop to ask yourself what actually matters to you?

We know so much, yet wonder so little

Maybe that's one of the strangest things about growing up.

We gain more knowledge, but sometimes lose our sense of wonder.

A tree is a tree.

The sea is the sea.

The moon is the moon.

Until you really look.

A tree literally grows from a tiny seed.

Your body knows how to heal a wound without you having to schedule a meeting with your cells first.

And you are here.

Right now.

Of all the moments in history you could have existed.

On this strange, beautiful planet.

How ordinary are we really willing to make all of this?

I don't want everything to feel ordinary

Maybe that's part of my own philosophy.

I don't want to become so grown-up that nothing amazes me anymore.

I want to keep asking questions.

About myself. About love. About people. About nature. About consciousness. About why we're here.

I want to be able to look at something and still think:

How incredible is this, actually?

Not because I need to find an answer to everything.

Quite the opposite.

Maybe the richness of philosophy isn't found in knowing everything.

Maybe it's found in realising how much there still is to discover.

And perhaps we don't always need more to make our lives richer.

Maybe every now and then, we simply need to learn how to look again.

The way we once did as children.

With wide eyes.

A mind full of questions.

And enough wonder to turn something completely ordinary…

into something extraordinary again.

Because maybe a rich life isn't a life in which you have everything.

Maybe it's a life in which you can still see how much is already here.