So he thinks.
But, isn’t that all that matters? To a certain degree?
Sometimes, I wish I still had the blissful ignorance of my youth. I have realized, as I age (or experience life) I OVER THINK everything. Some of it is GOOD. Some of it is just a bit…sad. If I was young again….
A fever would be just a fever. And not a sign of the West Nile Virus.
A roller coaster would be a blast. And not a possible death sentence.
Driving would be fun. And not an almost crash every time someone makes a wrong move.
A burger and fries would taste oh so good. And not clogging my arteries up.
Sleeping in would be amazing. And not a sign of laziness or depression.
A broken glass would be a bit funny. And not a scary stitches hazard.
A cough would only be annoying. And not a sign of throat cancer.
I wouldn’t have wrinkles and brown spots. Oh..sorry..I digress…
I find myself going through my days of late, probably because I am in SHOCK that I have a seventeen year old son, thinking about who I have become. I am not unhappy with me. I love me. But I am an oh so different me than say, fifteen years ago. I am a weee bit worried…that I am not having as much fun in life. That, perhaps, possibly, I am so worried all the time, that I am not enjoying some of life’s beautiful moments. Maybe… too much information can cause angst and fear. Or perhaps, I turn it into angst and fear.
Just give me another damn glass of wine before I start to think I drink too much…
The pleasures of ignorance are as great, in their way, as the pleasures of knowledge. ~Aldous Huxley