Sometimes we don't have to know everything in life,
and sometimes knowing everything in life might not necessarily prove to be the best thing.

On the other hand,
the state of being enlightened often releases this sort of feeling within oneself,
very much like coming to the realisation of some things.

Something our innate nature pursues,
the knowledge of,
the knowing.

But many a times throughout the course of knowing,
it often goes contrary to our beliefs.
And so we battle within ourselves a different kind of emotion.

But at the end of the day we realise to ourselves,
does all these truths really matter?

And if they really do,
why do they matter?
and how much do they matter?
and why must they matter?

Soon enough we find ourselves in another vicious cycle of wanting to pursue the truth yet again.
Of which we can't even reason with ourselves why it matters.

But then again,
is denial always the best way out?