He knows what it is to know.
Lucretius, Roman Poet & Philospher, c 94BC – c 55BC
I sometimes fret about not knowing what I don’t know.
I then fret about the weight of knowing what I know,
Then, sometimes I fret about how to know more when I don’t even know what I don’t know and what questions to ask to know more.
But, as my college roommate Margaret once asked, “Who cares? Just live!”
Not to reflect and ponder is not who I am.
Nor is becoming paralyzed by thinking so much that I don’t act or live life to the fullest.
Carpe Diem with thought, kind of.