Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
If ignorance is bliss, why aren't there more happy people in the world?
If ignorance is bliss, why aren't more people happy?
Most ignorance is vincible ignorance. We don't know because we don't want to know.
The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake.
Read widely of others' experiences, even if it'd be more comfortable to snuggle back in the comforting cotton-wool of blissful ignorance.
But the upside of painful knowledge is so much greater than the downside of blissful ignorance.
I wonder why it is that when I plan a route too carefully, it goes to pieces, whereas if I blunder along in blissful ignorance aimed in a fancied direction I get through with no trouble.
The fact that I'd never really seen myself on screen allowed for a blissful ignorance. It didn't feel like a movie. I didn't have that self-consciousness. It was a game that I was playing.
And just as I begin to believe that all is well, there is some subtle change in the light. The room takes its true shape. I fight to go back to that blissful ignorance, but it is too late. The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake.
or simply:
