06/08/2013

Although this was promised to be a serious post, it is instead a brief testament of why I struggle with philosophy and ethics and find so much solace within the field of anthropology.

Studying anthropology is both an escapism and a means of enacting change. Unlike philosophy, it provides definite answers. It is proactive and it can only be meaningful if it is coming from a place of love. It is a truly amazing discipline. 

I often lack the precise vocabulary when people ask me what anthropology is and why I am studying it ('It is impossible to say exactly what I mean' - T. S. Eliot The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock). It is often the things to which we hold the most attachment, in this case in the realm of intellectual and psychological stimulation, that we cannot possibly find words to convey their amount of significance to others.