I Don't Know

The most wonderful thing

I have learned is that I don’t

really know anything.

It’s quite odd, this wonderful thing.

I’ve preconceptions,

notions, ideas, concepts,

abstract thoughts,

but know nothing.

I thought I knew a lot.

I thought I had some of

this whole living thing

worked out; alas, I don’t.

I understand a great deal,

which has led me to this

discovery of my illusion of

knowledge.

It’s both terrifying and

grand. It’s scary to learn

that everything I thought

I knew was mostly inaccurate.

It’s grand because it gives me

a chance to re-think, re-start,

re-organize and reevaluate

my relationships.

It’s also irritating as I’ve been

sort of stuck in the same thing

for a long time and getting un-stuck

is a serious hassle.  Serious. Hassle.

In this discovery of knowing nothing,

I’m conflicted with the old ways of seeing

things, the new way of seeing things and

deciding which way is right for me.  

A minefield of historical errors of

prologue to review, to suffer renewed

embarrassments over, light shame, and

nostalgic bashful chuckles to ruminate on.

It is in knowing that we know nothing,

that we can begin to find wisdom, and wisdom

is the art of accepting that knowledge is

transitory.

Still though, it is odd,

considering how much I thought,

I knew, about everything, only to

find out, I don’t even know.