This morning, after enjoying the daily English Zoom meeting, at 10 a.m. I started today's work. During the work time, I asked whether this life could have any meaning or not (but don't worry. I am now alright). I wrote about it on my memo pad... About this sort of very "unrealistic", or "abstract" questions, I remember my teenage days. Already at that time, I was facing the difficulties this autism produced actually in several situations.
At that time, the internet had not been realized (at least, even though there had already been a large network in this world, "this net" wasn't realized as a useful infrastructure as this here). Now, I can enjoy these kinds of "philosophical" or "abstract" questions (besides the question I've written above, for example, we can ask this: "Was the Atomic Bomb dropped on Hiroshima actually? Was it possible to be a sort of fake?". I would answer this as a bullshit because there must be so many things which tell us that was a true event, but also I don't want to make that questioning prohibited).
I can't be a truly "pro" philosopher like Wittgenstein or Russell. However, as an amateur philosopher, now I can enjoy discussions with the nice members in those groups. Also, I can enjoy having several meetings with other friends. Therefore, even though I am haunted by many abstract/horrible anxiety or doubt, I can keep my mind so sane/stable. Like The Beatles song's title, there must be "a little help from my friends" which always saves me, and moves me forward...
