I Don’t Know

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?