“What the fool cannot learn he laughs at. Thinking that by his laughter he shows superiority instead of latent idiocy.” -Marie Corelli
I think of all the times I thought I was right. All the times I took great pride in being right. I also think about the many times I was wrong. Ashamed and wrong. Embarrassed and wrong.
But lately, I’ve been happy to be wrong. Happily ignorant. Embracing the change to learn and grow and experience something new. Something different.
Society tries to enforce the pride of being knowledgeable and informed and most important, RIGHT! Those who have information (the right information or at least access to it) are often looked at or referred to in a higher light. Don’t get me wrong there are some things that are important to know. Yes. But there are some things that we form opinions about that we force into fact. Opinions are not facts.
I’ve read Oprah’s ‘What I know for sure,’ book and it had me thinking about what I know for sure. What do I know? What am I certain about? I don’t know. I’m in such a place of restructuring that I am questioning everything. Nothing is certain and now, more than ever, I feel like a fool. Lost in this big world. Exploring the world. Exploring myself. Eager to learn.
For the first time, I am excited to be a fool.