Ignorance Is Bliss...

Sometimes I am afraid of the night's arrival. It's during those dark and silent hours that I start asking questions. The questions I avoid asking myself during the day.

I am afraid because all of a sudden I think of the honest and dreaded answers to those questions.

Somehow the darkness of the night wraps around my mind making everything ironically clear. I really think it's a safe assumption to make that I'm not the only one who fears for the loneliness of the darkest hours of the day.

I think it's not the questions we're afraid of but the answers, because it's at that time when we're by ourselves, with no pretentions or walls. Just lost in a river of streaming thoughts.

It's at this time when we can't lie anymore, because as much as we want to, we can never fool ourselves. Trying to fool ourselves is just a waste of our given time.

It's at this time when you can see clearly, and sometimes the truth is not at all what we want to know.

For ignorance is bliss but no matter how much bliss you can feel when you're blinded by lies, it's nothing compared with the sweetness of the freedom given by the truth.