Ignorance=bliss
The more I think about it, the more I feel as though the greater knowledge and understanding of the world I have, the more it hinders my own personal journey towards and view of happiness.
For example, imagine living in the middle ages as an indentured servant living under a noblemen. You have no concept of freedom, choice, or decision. You get up every day, work until night falls and do the same exact tasks.
One may say that this is monotonous and boring, but I say that if you don't know anything besides that, you wouldn't realize it.
Of course, there are flaws to the middle ages reference. I believe the allegory of the cave is a better example. I'm sure you can google it if you haven't read about it.
What I'm trying to say is that with knowledge comes a price. Theres always something else to strive towards, and happiness, when gained is short lived. Only when you no nothing better than what you have is when you finally are able to accept and live happily.
I guess I'm not yet a true philosopher. Plato said the true philosopher would leave the cave and return to inform the rest of the life outside of it.
I'm not so sure I'd leave in the first place.
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the light that burns twice as bright
burns half as long
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