The more I know the more I have to let go, let go of such thought that, knowing more is the only way to reach destination. When I know more, I am enlightened that the world can revolve by pushing around, I am amazed by how smart some parasites are, and those who walked the path I intend to walk have left such a note: the more you know, the more work you have; the less you know, the less problem you have. Eventually, it boils down to one and only one simple question: why do I want to know more? Does the possession of knowledge genuinely makes me happy, as it has filled my curiosity, or it makes me feel more secured?
Knowing more is not the only way, perhaps not even the fastest or effective way to reach destination, but I get more than just reaching destination. It is not only ends that matter, or matter the most. Eventually, it points to one and only one final question: can I answer my own call of conscience and compassion?
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It depends on what you wanna know, I guess. =)
Or perhaps...what you don't want to know. :)
Cheh! It's the same what.. Hahahah!
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