Heavy Ignorance

Ignorance is bliss.  

I'm not exactly sure who first coined the phrase, most likely the poet Thomas Grey.  But I'm finding that it's a pretty accurate statement, at least lately.  

The less one knows, the less one stresses, the less worry, the less is required of her.  Sometimes I wish I didn't know all the things I know.  Sometimes I wish I didn't hear the rumors that I hear.  Sometimes I wish I wasn't privy to all the information about people that I know.

When you know things, you have to react.  At least I do.  I'm not one who sits by idly.  As hard as I wished I could at times, I can't.  Then when I can't change things, I get frustrated.  Life would be so much easier, if I could just tend to me and no one else.  I know that isn't how things work, and I know that no man is an island, but I think things would be a lot smoother.

I wished I didn't care sometimes.  I wish I could just turn my emotions off and not feel.  Sometimes feeling is just too much.  Carrying the weight of the world, or at least your personal world, is just a load too heavy.