There used to be a time, in another millenium, when not knowing stuff was a problem.
My very being as a person would be brought into question by an over-imaginative, pernicious mind if I did not know stuff.
I was 20 and the goal of life was to know everything; not to be a know-it-all, but to be all-knowing.
A couple of decades later and I believe my midlife reality check has begun by the realisation that I probably know nothing. That’s just the reality check.
The midlife crisis stems from realising that it is ok to know nothing.
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