one bad dream.
Cooked myself a hot meal this afternoon.
Left it cold on my table.
I should be hungry, i'm always hungry.
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Truth. The nemesis of the aphorism; Ignorance is bliss.
The varacity of the statement is challeged by curiosity for the truth. How does one actually be ignorant, and care for something at the same time?
Digging for the truth may not necessarily be the best way out, but how does one force a state of ignorance just for a moment of peace? This self-percieved peace is just a ticking time-bomb that lurks at the back of one's head. More often than not, it will only subconciously taint each successive thought. And each time these questions get unanswered, it multiplies like malignant cells and before you know it, your whole outlook on the situation morphs into this defaced reality. A reality you'd come to so firmly believe in, but just seems totally ridiculous to another.
On the other hand, questioning for the truth brings about the element of trust. Questioning for the truth also questions your trust.
How did questioning ever evolve into a sign of suspicion?
Should we all just live on blind faith, and risk being exploited emotionally?
Left it cold on my table.
I should be hungry, i'm always hungry.
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Truth. The nemesis of the aphorism; Ignorance is bliss.
The varacity of the statement is challeged by curiosity for the truth. How does one actually be ignorant, and care for something at the same time?
Digging for the truth may not necessarily be the best way out, but how does one force a state of ignorance just for a moment of peace? This self-percieved peace is just a ticking time-bomb that lurks at the back of one's head. More often than not, it will only subconciously taint each successive thought. And each time these questions get unanswered, it multiplies like malignant cells and before you know it, your whole outlook on the situation morphs into this defaced reality. A reality you'd come to so firmly believe in, but just seems totally ridiculous to another.
On the other hand, questioning for the truth brings about the element of trust. Questioning for the truth also questions your trust.
How did questioning ever evolve into a sign of suspicion?
Should we all just live on blind faith, and risk being exploited emotionally?