I wonder if it'd be better to be aware of the gnawing emptyness..intelligent awareness of the futility of it all.. the knwledge that the past and the future are nothing but probably just solitude... all throbbing with the same pain and hope.. of a release... or a possible combat..for some...
Or is it better to be blissfully ignorant..finding happiness in the mundane...breaking out into a smile with a fall of an autumn leaf... but not without fallouts... of being thought of as a fool..hearing sniggers behind the back... not just a figment of imagination... knowing.. the insulting looks in other's eyes... and being painfully aware of them..
I wonder about those who are neither of these.. truly blissfull... practicality they call..
and then the fate of those people... who are both... aware... and happy...
with every speck of it tainted...terribly so...
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