I reached a point in my version of ‘the game called life’.
More and more I can’t think of answers. I used to know things, or pretended that I knew. And now I don’t know. It would be wonderful to supply answers. And have a great answer, a bright answer, an answer rich with possibility and wit.
I don’t know. What kind of an answer is that?
Most answers to questions in life come from places like Wikipedia, television, radio or the internet. When I can’t think of an answer, the real facts almost seem second hand facts. They are so far away from me. Somebody says so and then it is true?
Do facts make me happy? Some of them make me laugh. What is the need to ask questions as How many kilo of snails eat the French people on average per year? or What does planet Pluto smell like?
I am impressed with myself, haha, I don’t know.
Just for today answering with ‘I don’t know’, is perfect.
Milton Erickson once said something like: Isn’t it nice not to know? It brings you no-thing and it opens up every-thing.