Are we better people when we’re looking for the truth, rather than when we’ve found it? When I thought I knew the truth it didn’t make me a better person, it didn’t give me peace of mind or facilitate self discovery. If anything it released negative qualities such as arrogance and misanthropy. I wanted to share what I’d discovered but no one was interested. So I became paranoid and smug, knowing that one day they’d all find out I was telling the truth. Truth for me wasn’t enlightening at all.
I call it truth, because at the time, for me, it was.Now I don’t know what the truth is I feel so much better. I can explore and learn, hypothesize and dream. I don’t know truth, but to be honest I like it that way. When you look for something it’s an adventure. When you’ve found it, it’s time to stop playing and go indoors.
Do you really need to know the truth all over again?