One of my most nagging fears is becoming a god.
Not being able to experience novelty forever is worse than death. It’s why I feel grateful every time I realize my humanity.
It may sound too self-depreciating, but I feel relieved that I am ignorant of many things. This affirmation somehow gives me peace.
I am, after all, small and limited. I’m a mere blip in the universe’s radar.
But I’m already here. It won’t be long until I’ll be gone and never taste the water in the air again.
So, maybe, the real bliss of ignorance is not relishing in our unlimited potentials. It’s impermanence. It is what makes the tastes on my tongue even more metallic and the sunlight on my skin more searing.
Realizing we’re here now—and will be no more any second—is the real bliss.