Sometimes the sun shines on other people’s houses but not mine
Is ignorance really bliss?
Maybe sometimes we think too much, and if that thinking amounts to something – a consequence of some sort, it might still be worth fretting about.
The problem springs when it doesn’t. If whatever you are thinking doesn’t matter to anyone but yourself, and there’s no way that any difference is going to be made, is it still worth mulling over, or worst still, beating yourself up over it?
Maybe at the end of the day, a happy person selective ignorance maketh.
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