I don’t know much. But I know some things. Compared to the knowledge available in this world I am most likely in the lower 50% of persons ‘in the know’. Chances are good I’m in the lower 25% of people in the know.
But that’s okay.
I’m happy about what I do know.
I’m disturbed by some of the things I know.
There are some things I’m truly happy, relieved, to not know. And am consoled to not have to know.
I enjoy being curious about what I want to know. And grateful I can choose to be curious, or not, about what I don’t know.
I don’t want to be the one who doesn’t care about any of it at all. There’s enough of that out there.
I suspect I will never know most of all there is to know.
I’m excited to know that there is more to know.
Sometimes I’m jealous of not knowing a little bit more than I do.
But never, ever, do I want to be the know it all.
How boring would it be to be the one who knows everything?