The world is not as I once thought it to be…and, sometimes, I am not even sure I remember what I thought it was that I knew.
I think I am certain in saying that I have no real desire to know what I imagined it to be back then; because if I did… well; I would be as harsh and angry as I was…back then imagining everything that I still dont know.
The question that now simmers annoyingly in one of those brain places is…what do I know now, or suspect, that is so much better than what I knew then?
I dont know, when I do know, or someone that knows lets me know I will, of course, let you know. Unless you already knew. . .in which case why the the bloody Feck did you keep it to yourself all this time?