Why do we always ask some questions knowing full well that we don't want to know the answers? Is it for the sake of inquisitiveness or is there something inside that knows the pain of knowing is inevitable and it is just better to get it out now sooner than later. They say that ignorance is bliss and that wisdom is no road to fortune, but how can you be at peace once you have forsake that bliss and started down that road.
Maybe we are just always tied to the pain. It follows us around and we ask those questions thinking that knowing will make it go away, when our only reward for our knowledge is to find there is still pain in the answers. One of my favorite movies says that life is pain. Maybe there is just no escaping it.
What can you do with the knowledge and the pain? Is there any way to make it go away? You can't return to that ignorance but then you aren't sure that you would want to. You need to tell someone but you dare not in fear of sharing the pain with people who don't deserve it. I guess you do like always, you just keep it inside. It is your oldest companion, and maybe your only one.
"Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. " - Khalil Gibran
- The Apprentice Philosopher