If hair grows on my legs but I can’t see it, is it really there? This is a philosophical question I grapple with as a bifocal-wearing woman of a certain age.
Glasses on, glasses off, in the bathroom I hold my leg high. With my foot resting first on the bathtub and then on the sink, I examine one leg, then the other, for evidence. Is the hair really there?
Other philosophical questions I ask myself are more complex, requiring more intense discernment. For example, does God exist? I like to think so. After my parents died, I became more convinced that there had to be something more, something beyond life in this world. Did my faith grow stronger or did my desire not to doubt merely intensify? I’m not sure.
Likewise, is our country going to hell? Given our current climate of political unrest and incivility, it sometimes seems likely. However, as I keep reminding myself, there is hope. Perhaps we’ll all come to realize that just because we voted for a political party doesn’t mean they’re right. Just because we didn’t vote for them doesn’t mean they’re wrong. A good dose of manners would help us all.
From shaving to God to politics, I’m not too good at discernment, as this blog post likely makes clear. But I keep trying. So back to my legs. Glasses on, glasses off, I take one more look. Is the hair really there? This time my answer is no, and I put my razor away. I’ll ponder philosophical questions another day.