Ignorance is bliss.
Until you become aware of it. Once you know that you don't know it can be hard to bare it. Ignorance can be so intense. onfirmation bias sets in. Then dismissal of evidence. What's the recompense? To remain ignorant brings happiness in what sense? What is gained from not knowing? Not even wanting to know no curiosity showing. Some say that its peaceful. What you don't know won't hurt you. Is any knowledge meaningful or does all it do is curse you? Knowledge about the past. Knowing that you don't know and being unafraid to ask. Knowing about yourself. Knowing about death. Knowing about breath. Going past the surface exploring in depth. To not learn is to stagnate growth. Education stimulates the brain the most. Ignorant equals innocent in the courtroom. Applying this to life is a principle that needs review. When you're sick with
snot oozing from your nostrils nose red from blowing throat sore from coughing. You are still beautiful. With feet stomping and voice yelling at full force spit flying from your mouth face red with bucked eyes. You are still sexy. Full of emotions from hormones running wild pain in stomach with aches in head. I still love you. Eyes full of tears heart in stomach heading towards depression. I've got your back. My love never changes no matter how you're feeling. Infinity.
A concept hard to believe. Something that's never ending missing a beginning. Never reaching an ending. That's mind bending. Every thing we know started somewhere. Even things we can't see our thoughts, the air. There's a thing not created itself. The unmoved mover moving everything else. There must be otherwise we reach a never ending cycle. A staircase in a downward spiral looping forever. Travelers are stuck being a pending arrival. But there's no destination infinity never ends. Can you exist without having an origin? So many things we'd probably do differently if we knew life couldn't be taken away from us instantly. Does that mean our whole life is based on death? That without it we wouldn't enjoy our self? A life lived for the fear of dying is a life lived with a fear undying. Infinite. Perhaps just an immanent brain stimulant. Interesting. Will your secrets ever be not hidden? All it is
is all of this. Just one donut that's all it is. That's how it starts the craving wins. One small treat won't hurt a bit until you're sick with regret and guilt. Disgusted in your own filth. Broke your own promise. Can you not trust yourself to be honest? Still relying on your rationale and logic? Even when your health clearly doesn’t profit? No more disclaimers. You're the decision maker. Food is not the enemy. Redirect your anger. All it is. Such a terrible pre-sentence. Everything said afterwards loses its significance. Don't be guilty of pretending to be innocent. That's a symptom of sickness. The diagnosis is indifference. A carelessness towards your own living. An ambiguity towards existence. All it is is not enough. Who am I?
Why am I here What is my purpose? Am I to be life's servant? My dreams forever remaining dormant? I want to transcend my existence nurturing my friendships and exploring my kinship. Discover a life that's fulfilling with a happiness never ending. I'll start with myself Figure out who I am. Maybe that's too broad of a question Let me figure out my strengths. Then work on the weaknesses I hide from my friends. I'm afraid this exploration will have no end. Can I really know myself inside and out? How can I know what I'm really all about? Maybe I'll end this by accepting myself. Stop comparing my features to everyone else. I am who I am No further questions to ask. I'll discover myself with every breath that I grasp. I'm getting older.
Young age is over. Life at times has shown me a warm heart and cold shoulder. Look into my eyes where my experience lies. Wisdom crystallized. All facts from the past memorized. I still want to be social. Talk with all the locals. I'm getting old but I'm still fun let me show you. A part of me feels like I already know you. I have been exactly where you are. Been through battles and have scars. In this life I have come far striving to make my mark. Now it is about legacy. I have children through my wife’s pregnancy. My work and family have gotten the best of me. I know that they will always stand next to me. I’ll leave the world knowing that I have done some good. Leaving a legacy behind the best that I could. Our time on Earth is limited.
It can be gone in an instant. Obtaining power and riches? For what reason? For what meaning? We can’t take it with us. It is not a part of us, of our construct. Maybe it governs our conduct to an extent but that is if we allow it such a deep imprint. How can we spend our time wisely? Time is running out every day heightening our sense of mortality of urgency to do something actionable of our morality to use our mental faculty practically. There’s no time to worry about status. The dead share the same class soil the same dirt and leave remnants of a past that may or may not become unmasked. There’s no use for money when death is coming. Maybe a nice casket or something. How’s that for a legacy? Known for being buried deep in a beautiful mahogany wooden keep. It’s the memories that we keep that live on in our place long after our existence has ceased. It is the relationships that we have built that continue to live on in our absence. There’s no time to worry about status. Life is waiting let’s go have it. I was there
just unnoticed. Hanging on the edge of peripherals almost existing. Zipping in between crowds of eyes and mouths. All yapping and seeing everything but this being in front of them. But I was there observing. Watching interactions happen. Paying attention to those who thought I was not attending. Tempting it is to engage but there's pleasure I find in this blending. Being of the crowd instead of in it. Not one of them but one in them. Laughing at their jokes. Empathic to their stories. This could never get boring. All the action is right here. The fun ends once I shake that first hand. A fall can result in injury.
A slip up can make one's mortality come forward. A broken limb can strike a tree at it's root. Twisted ankle rotated knee torn Achilles A death sentence ending in an exclamation of air. The stair cartwheel is the quickest way to the bottom of a pool of blood. Body origami the hardest difficulty yoga pose gone wrong. The view on the way down is made up of outstretched hands or ceilings signaling a miscalculation somewhere. A fall is the failure of the results of intention. |
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