They say, ‘what you don’t know, won’t hurt you!’ and I will disagree. It is not that the missing information will hurt you directly . . . it is more that the absence of it will cause you to take a long and often painful walk through countless lessons.
Lessons that could have been shortened or terminated by knowledge or wisdom and digested into the flesh and bones of the living being, as a canvas of experience. What we learn from others, who are perhaps only one step ahead, casts a valuable light on what is to come and we are less surprised.
At first, we adopt ideas and adapt ourselves to them in the absence of our own originals . . . and we live them in relief and minimal gratitude. We have become an abdicated people who have not learnt to shatter the ideas of others and begun to create our own . . . we are too afraid . . . too timid. The idea of who we are is slowly revealed to us as we grow up and they are themselves, the reflections of others who live by someone else’s ideals. We thankfully migrate from our formative ideals to our worldly ones . . . again . . . the reflections of others who live by someone else’s ideals.
Reflections upon reflections until we no longer have a bare and exposed piece of knowledge at our disposal . . . all smoke screens and mirrors and very little truth to ply out the thorns of ignorance. Truth – as a witness – exposes all that corrupts, covers, adds upon, layers, hides, confuses and mimics and stands naked upon a hill. It is seen and conviction lays the Soul bare, and in the naked stillness . . . the transparency of its acute clarity . . . the reflections and mirrors, the ideals and ideas collapse into nothing.
For they were simply the workings of manipulation and their design induced to fool the foolish. Ignorance . . . can hurt and it can prolong what would have been a momentary experience into a life of heartache.
Learn . . . about yourself only from those who stand naked and leave a trail of feathers so light they are carried by the slightest breeze.
– Jaylee Balch –