Stupidity as a Way of Life

   Lifes sucks right? Maybe not for you, but for many life is just a road with a beginning and an end. What a bleak way to look upon ones life, as nothing more than a journey. If the journey has no sights what use is the ride, what use is the path? It seems the smarter you get the more aware of stupidity you are. Are we distancing ourselves from stupidity or are we just being made aware of the stupidity that consumes our own lives?

      As I aged and educated myself I became aware that I was more capable than most had informed me of, and I decided to do better, be better and anything less was mental mutiny. We would go above and beyond for our own children, but for ourselves we can be content with mediocrity. As I educated myself in vocations, studies, theories, philosophies, and religions a light was shown on that which was in the darkest corners of the shade, and all along we stood in the same shade, yet unaware of another presence. In the shade we guard ourselves from the sun, from the light, but the light will reveal all, and all’s flaws. What is more important, to be aware of flaws or to be immune to their effects on us? It is much like building immunities. Growing up around liars will make you aware of their tricks and snares. That is why a thief can spot a thief, a liar a liar, and cheater can never cheat a cheat. Players do not play with players, and a gambler will prefer to gamble with a man that easily tells his hand. It is the epic battle that has lived as long as man, the battle between the smart and the dumb, the ignorant and knowing, the innocence and their impulses. 

     I have made many mistakes, and if error is the stone that sharpens our blade, I am a Ginsu. I can be warned of the dangers a pot of boiling water holds, but I will retain greater knowledge of its contents if it were to scar my skin. Pain is only fully understood by the plagued and suffering, love only blossoms where it did not before reside, and hate can only be vanquished by an enemy that hates hate, and has witnessed enough to repeat it. We can choose to be stupid, choose to be smart, but we can not choose to be loved nor can we choose to be free of pain. The paradox is that true wisdom and knowledge are only gained through love and pain and the experiencing of both, and true hate and grief comes from being unloved and uneducated. 

      We humans are built peculiarly. What feeds us can also destroy us and what destroys us strengthens us, so who is to really say what is good for us. Fate it seems is not without a sense of humor…..I cannot remember who said that, so clever and true, but it was not me. Our impulses tell us to fear what we do not know, yet we are compelled to taste and touch, compelled to feel. We hold ourselves back with our luggage of fears and we never concur whether we have what it takes to accomplish our goals or fulfill our dreams. 

      Knowledge is the key that unlocks all doors, some doors let you in, and other doors let something out.