Feeling neither here nor there on this melancholy Sunday morning where the threads of time are weaving their way through my mortal existence on this tiny celestial planet. I wish I could grab one of these threads and pull myself in the opposite direction to bring all the monies which I splurged on cellphones and what-nots in the past back to today. But a wish will always be immaterial.
Curiosity kills the cat. This ancient proverb has some ring of truth to it. I am no cat and knowing the truth won't have that adverse an effect of taking my life away but I will prefer to remain ignorant whenever possible because sometimes, the difference between knowing and not knowing is akin to heaven and hell. If I don't know something, I won't care and I won't bother. There will be no hope and there will be no fall. On the contrary, if I know something, that knowledge will haunt me perpetually, eventually forming in me false hopes and assumptions.
I never like being kept in the suspense and having to anticipate what will happen next. Instead, I would rather the results be shown to me directly. That probably explains why I never like to peek my cards during Black Jack. I understand that there are things which one have to face no matter what. I would have no qualms receiving such information. For everything else, as much as possible, I will turn a blind eye to it. What matters others should be of no concern to me.
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