The book you didn’t read could have made you wealthy. It could have made you a better friend, a better husband or a better coder.
Yet, the fool in you dictates and you take needless notes. I know it all. I’m fine, everybody else is broken.
So your ignorance keeps you to itself. I guess ignorance loves company as well.
Ah, the people you could have met. The places you would have traveled. The conversations you never had. All fruit from the tree of ignorance.
What you know can heal you.