Today on the train ride home I asked my best friend about the world, ideas and existence.
She brushed it off.
So I asked another question.
"Are you happy? Like, content, not being troubled by the world?"
I don't think we can be best friends anymore.
Because somebody who doesn't question life, who is able to prance through life, untroubled by the unanswerable questions -will hurt me.
Because these questions do trouble me, I can't find solace anymore because of them.
I don't think I can understand that, what it is to be like that.
If I could take back my ignorance I might.
But you can't unthink.
"in the modern world the stupid are cocksure while the intelligent are full of doubt."
how sad, she was nice.