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Blissful Ignorance



          Blissful ignorance :
“ A fortunate unawareness of something unpleasant”

          I’ve encountered a phrase from “The Awkward Yeti” Heart and Brain’s book when brain said “you really are a case of blissful ignorance” to heart. Heart is a person who’s so honest with himself, a little bit reckless, who wear his “heart” bare. He literally acted according to his heart. His books were so well-drawn and deep. He made it so enjoyable while it also got us thinking. Many of his words rang true to my heart.       


          That particular sentence is the one I want to discuss at this moment. That “blissful ignorance” attitude is needed sometimes. Especially in this harsh world we live in, in order to stay sane. The world has been so crazy, and losing yourselves in the middle of all of that insanity is the easiest thing that you can do. We have to be a little ignorant to survive.

           I didn’t mean ignorant in a bad way, of course. But ignorant in the way of we should not think too much about what others say about us. Just, let them be. If you pay attention to every single thing that they said to you, it will drive you crazy. It maddens you. Whatever you do, either good or bad, people will talk, anyway. It drives them crazy not to talk about others.

         Someone said something to me that made me questioned my value, they made me questioned myself. And I will never, ever do that anymore. Because what they did was only talk, I’m the one who will be cleaning up my own mess. I’m talking about a real mess right here, and it’s taken me forever to re-build my self-confidence, I literally had to crawl my way out of that hell.

          Brene Brown on her “Braving the Wilderness” talk said that she will negotiate anything else with you but her worth, because when she fit herself in with how you wanted her to be, she’ll belong to you by then. She’ll belong to herself no more.

          So enough is enough, we have to learn when to hold on along with when to let go. We have to be our own person. Be our own “blissful ignorance”.



 (photo courtesy of The Awkward Yeti "Heart and Brain" 's e-book)


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