I dunno, ignorance is bliss?

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I’ve gotten to the point in my life,

Where the more I know,

The more convinced I am,

That I know nothing at all.

 

Developing curriculums, teaching classes,

Sorting and cataloguing information,

What a laugh when

I know nothing at all.

 

Compiling book lists, diversifying collections,

Curating resources and websites,

Creating and displaying the best, only convince me

That I know nothing at all.

 

What about writing those novels?

Surely, there’s progress there –

Nope, been stuck on the same novel two years now,

I know nothing at all.

 

Fitness, art, silks, singing –

Anything there? Any growth? Progress?

I feel like I’m stagnating in all areas,

And know nothing at all.

 

But hey, I found some old pictures,

Some beginning stories, a few old school projects

When I laughably thought that

I knew a little something of all.

 

The humility’s been good,

I’m more confident in my ignorance

Because there’s a certain freedom in

Knowing nothing at all.

 

I’m more likely to take risks,

Try new things, give it a shot,

Because what’s the worst that can happen,

When you know nothing at all?

 

So I’ll keep plugging away,

Uncovering new depths of the unknown,

I’ll never be the expert

But maybe I’ve learned something after all.