When I was a kid,
I spent too much time studying
I spent too much time obsessing
over wisdom and knowledge;
too much time trying to understand
the world around me.
Somewhere along the way I got this
insane notion in my head that wisdom
what I didn’t know just as much as
(or maybe more than)
knowing what i did.
That, my friends,
was the fateful mistake
that ruined my life.
I got all mixed up in “humility”
and suspicions of my mind’s inherent limitations
and my propensity for confirmation bias;
I took too much to heart
the idea that I should focus on my own moral failings
before condemning the world’s.
I got wild notions about
the limits of reason and
my own inherent inability
to grasp the scope of reality.
Basically, friends, it’s a story as old as humanity:
I went down a bad,
as I look around,
and see how everyone around me is enlightened
and an expert
and seemingly millions of other subjects
too refined and too profound
for me to even name,
now I think back on my sad mistakes
and that bad turn I took so long ago,
and about how I would go back in time
and change it if I could,
so that then I, too,