Ursine Philosophy
A while back, I was asked what my “personal philosophy” was. My initial reaction was to say, “Go to hell, you saprophyte Nazi swine!”
But my mom hates when I talk back to her like that, so I refrained.
The question, however, is valid.
In college, I maintained a philosophy consistent with Ayn Rand’s writing: the greatest good for the greatest me. This generally involved long hours of alcoholic and nicotine induced meditation, and watching utopian and dystopian documentaries along the lines of Tombstone (and eye for an eye), Mortal Kombat (an eye for an eye), The Crow (an eye for an eye) and Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan (revenge is bad). At the time this seemed preeminently logical.
But logic, we know, is the beginning of wisdom, not the end.
Other, more sanguine sources of deeper thought must be delved to arrive at a true basis for the living of life, and Forest Gump’s box of chocolates just won’t cut it, since the bum ate most of them before he even arrived at Jen-Nay’s doorstop.
Greedy bastard.
To that end, I have turned to the venerable sagacity of the three ultimate, though often over-looked, Ursine Philosophers: Winnie-the-Pooh, Smokey the Bear, and Baloo.
From Winnie-the-Pooh we learn that the simplest answer is often the right one. He's very Thoreau in his attitude, but with

From Smokey the Bear we learn that if we want something done, then we must take the burden first upon ourselv
Finally, from Baloo (not the Kipling creation, but the Disney derivative) we learn that happiness comes first from the basics:

Look for the bare necessities
The simple bare necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
I mean the bare necessities,
Are Mother Nature's recipes
That bring the bare necessities of life
Wherever I wander
Wherever I roam
I couldn't be fonder
Of my big home
Baloo teaches that when we look to the complex for our joys, we often overlook that which is more easily and more readily available. We also learn that life shouldn't be taken nearly as seriously as most of us take it. If we have a roof over our heads for those rainy days, food in our stomachs when we’re hungry, a car as a means to go where we will, and defeat the plans of Captain Kirk, well, so much the better.
So that it then, the Ursine Philosophers. Much more, I’m sure, can be dug from their simple musings and meanderings than I have laid down here for you; but this is the key to what makes these simple bears such excellent role-models.
1 Comments:
Let's face it, Smokey is a fascist with his martial uniform and his party issued weapons. Pooh is a socialist dupe who can't survive without his state issued pots of honey and well, the less said about Baloo the better.
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