is ignorance bliss?

“The art of knowing is knowing what to ignore.”

This picture speaks much louder than any words could. From a realist’s point of view, the prisoner on the left will probably find more satisfaction in life due to his blatant honesty with himself. On the other hand, the prisoner on the right has acquired the ability to take himself beyond the four walls and the big metal bars and gain happiness, even if only momentarily. So, which will actually be happier?

The world is a scary place

There is beauty and good and positivity and I try to focus on it

But the more I learn, the more I am disappointed and the more I am scared

I want to spend life entranced and interested and curious

But the more I learn, the more I am disappointed and frightened

Is this it? Will I ever be able to kick this feeling?

Will I ever be able to wake up one day and be content, despite all of the knowledge that I have of the world?

Or will I only be able to find contentedness by ignoring my knowledge? 

Will I have to ignore what I know to be happy?

Is that what I am doing now to be happy?

Is there ever true, genuine, lasting happiness with everything that is going on in this messy, messy world?

Or will we have to fake ignorance to find fleeting moments of satisfaction? 

Some interesting food for thought:

thanks for reading. xo,