Is it better to know or not know?

To know or not to know… that is the question.

Lately I’ve been thinking that perhaps ignorance truly is bliss.

All I’ve ever wanted was to know: What is this? Why are we here? What is going on?

But now I wonder if not knowing is what makes it all the fun.

I took an improv class where a group of us learned a few basic introductory improv skills. It was hilarious and so much fun. That same week I ended up watching an Improv show– the first set being performed by skilled improvisers, the second set by less so. The second group used techniques I learned and was exposed to earlier in the week. I wasn’t as surprised by the second show because I knew what they were doing.

I imagine that others who had never been exposed to the behind the scenes were simply entertained and less aware of the techniques. So it dawned on me… is it better to not know?

Is it better to just be in blissful awe of this life experience vs knowing what’s actually behind it?

I don’t know.
I am beginning to reduce my dire need to know.

All I ever wanted was to know.
Now…I don’t know that I want to know.

Plus I’m deluding myself anyway thinking I could truly know…or could I?

I don’t know…

I am a ball of confusion.