This
morning in a café, I overheard some English people at a table near me
ending a conversation by one of them saying: " Well, ignorance is
bliss." before they got up & left.
I
am often doubtful about how valid this statement is. True perhaps for
some people, at some time, I suppose. Especially when they feel gaining
that knowledge of whatever is too much of a hard task, or that they
suspect they would not be happy with the truth if they dig deep, or that
to achieve it is beyond their ability or capability.
Personally
I would rather endure the frustration of failure than the gnawing
suspicion that had I tried harder, I might have succeeded gaining that
knowledge. But that is not to say I am not aware of my limitations.
I
enjoy reading & writing for instance. Time & again over the
years quite a few friends had earnestly suggested I should write a
book, or at least start with what I know best, my own biography. I had
gone so far as quietly asking myself " Why not ? " a few times. But I
know why not - I am just not good enough as a writer. Not according to
my definition of a good writer, & I see no point whatsoever being a
mediocre or a bad one.
I admire greatly & never cease to be fascinated by the succinct yet concise use of words or phrases with which some authors can, effortlessly, express complex feelings, or describe intriguing scenes & tell a complicated story, but I would have needed 2-3 paragraphs or even pages, yet still less effective.
Having
books published or having them hailed as best sellers of the year does
not mean, to my way of thinking, that these authors are good &
their work masterpieces. Very often it just means that they have
searched the market well, & have produced the kind of stuff that
are sure money makers, aiming at certain kind of hungry readers, who
long to have their desires or fantasies fed by things they lack in real
life.
I better limit myself to writing Blogs for the time being ...
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