Ever pondered the statement ‘Ignorance is bliss’?
I’ve chewed it over time and again.
I like to imagine a certain someone — a simple soul naively oblivious to the darkly complicated web that is life.
As much as I’ve envied this imagined individual at critical junctures, the fact remains that genuine fulfillment stems directly from loss.
We can’t appreciate the beauty of a newborn puppy without accepting the finality of existence.
As we continue to accept our infinite shades of grey, the richer our feelings become.