Sometimes, I wish I knew less today than I did yesterday.
It’s not a wish I’m proud of. But it visits me often, especially at night, when the news won’t stop, when the data keeps updating, when the ache of this world sinks too deep into my bones. Sometimes, I look at the state of things and wish I could unsee it all.
Spirituality can be a blessing. A guide. A torch. But sometimes, it’s a burden too heavy to carry. There are days when I wish I wasn’t so attuned to the invisible currents. When I wish I couldn’t sense the collective fatigue, or hear the silent scream in the spaces between headlines.
Empathy is sacred, yes. But it stretches you thin. It opens you up, relentlessly. Curiosity, too. It pulls you toward understanding when ignorance would have let you rest.
I wish I didn’t care so much about geopolitics. I wish my mind didn’t map the patterns so easily: the systems, the contradictions, the collapsing structures wrapped in false progress.
And then there’s AI. The tool I use daily. The tool that makes my work easier, my thoughts clearer. But I know the cost. I know what powers these technologies. I know the energy, the servers, the emissions. I know we’re not as green as we like to think.
Sometimes I wish I was less... aware. Less connected. Less here.
They say knowledge is power…and yes, it is. But sometimes, just sometimes, knowledge is a curse.
Because to know is to carry.
To carry is to feel.
To feel is to ache.
And yet, here I am. Awake. Alive. A little too awake, perhaps. But here nonetheless.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll wish for more. More clarity. More vision. But today?
Today I wish for just a little bit of blissful ignorance. Just a little peace in not knowing.