Ignorance is Bliss
It's already 1:05 in the morning. I have the weirdest sleeping pattern.
Today was an aukward day. I woke up. Took a shower. Cleaned. Went to a party. Came home.
It was more generic than weird, really. But.. I've just been thinking.
Have you ever thought of how people are sometimes much happier not knowing, than knowing? I have to admit (and hate to), that sometimes after hearing something... especially something I have no control over to change, I find myself wondering if I would have been better off knowing. It's strange, but a human phenomenon. We CRAVE the receipt of the information, but no sooner we hear it, we wish we hadn't. It's crazy, but true. We humans are never sure of what we want in life, yet-- even once we've got it, we aren't even sure it's what we wanted in the first place. Ironic, isnt it?
But with this whole.. "Ignorance is Bliss" shit, it brings up another conflict...
How would you rather live life?
Finding happiness in a blind lie?
or...
Finding the truth and buring in it's honesty?
I mean, I keep hoping I'll wake up one day and suddenly know it all.. know some 'cosmic truth' that will help me with this concept of life that everyone else was born with, but I have to learn. Life is just like solving a puzzle.. I keep hoping something will let me know the next peice.
And even then, what if there is no truth? Nothing to believe in? What if we are all just put here, and when our internal clock runs out, that's it. Game over. No promises of an afterlife complete with the golden gates and the feeling of being content. No home to go to. Just nothing. When you die that's it. Will it really matter what you did when you were here? Does it matter if you were good or bad? If people hated or liked you? Or.. even if you did well, and made something of yourself?
I have this constant feel of nostalgia. There is no concept of home for me, I just can't place my shit anywhere and call it safe, sustained. I need that place, and I suppose I'll keep on searching until I find it.
I've already passed the point in life when I realize that I don't know everything, and that's the way it's supposed to be. Measuring intellect is like.. determining how much the dollar is worth. It's up to someone else, and it's not definate. Times change, and people move on.
It just scares the living hell out of me.
Today was an aukward day. I woke up. Took a shower. Cleaned. Went to a party. Came home.
It was more generic than weird, really. But.. I've just been thinking.
Have you ever thought of how people are sometimes much happier not knowing, than knowing? I have to admit (and hate to), that sometimes after hearing something... especially something I have no control over to change, I find myself wondering if I would have been better off knowing. It's strange, but a human phenomenon. We CRAVE the receipt of the information, but no sooner we hear it, we wish we hadn't. It's crazy, but true. We humans are never sure of what we want in life, yet-- even once we've got it, we aren't even sure it's what we wanted in the first place. Ironic, isnt it?
But with this whole.. "Ignorance is Bliss" shit, it brings up another conflict...
How would you rather live life?
Finding happiness in a blind lie?
or...
Finding the truth and buring in it's honesty?
I mean, I keep hoping I'll wake up one day and suddenly know it all.. know some 'cosmic truth' that will help me with this concept of life that everyone else was born with, but I have to learn. Life is just like solving a puzzle.. I keep hoping something will let me know the next peice.
And even then, what if there is no truth? Nothing to believe in? What if we are all just put here, and when our internal clock runs out, that's it. Game over. No promises of an afterlife complete with the golden gates and the feeling of being content. No home to go to. Just nothing. When you die that's it. Will it really matter what you did when you were here? Does it matter if you were good or bad? If people hated or liked you? Or.. even if you did well, and made something of yourself?
I have this constant feel of nostalgia. There is no concept of home for me, I just can't place my shit anywhere and call it safe, sustained. I need that place, and I suppose I'll keep on searching until I find it.
I've already passed the point in life when I realize that I don't know everything, and that's the way it's supposed to be. Measuring intellect is like.. determining how much the dollar is worth. It's up to someone else, and it's not definate. Times change, and people move on.
It just scares the living hell out of me.