IGNORANCE IS BLISS

Maybe there’s nothing wrong with ignorance is bliss. Is it possible that it’s ok to not be super woke?
The more I analyze the social/political/economic climate of this world and the heated passion advocates or opposers of the issues have, the more I recognize how emotionally taxing it must be to be woke. 

The reaction to hatred with a desire to change the haters’ perspectives sets you up to be disappointed by the let down a society that refuses to change brings. That sounds like an abusive relationship. It sounds like constantly going to therapy with a partner who acts sensitive in front of the professional (or the cameras), but continues to terrorize and hurt you at home. You feel fooled since being shown that your feelings don’t really matter.
And what about those who are plugged into the news channels, who always know the latest? The tragedies reported are a reminder that you’re trapped, that you’re in danger, that you’re being stolen from, that you’re being rejected and neglected. Even those that feel more educated than frightened by what they watch are at risk of carrying resentment and fear in their hearts. Resentment leads to jealousy and maybe even hatred. Hatred is a spiritual block that can limit manifestation abilities and lifelong joy. All of those reminders from top headlines are grooming you for underachievement.
In 2020, everyone had a lot of time on their hands. I had a lot of time to think. During this thinking time, I realized how shitty I felt whenever I was upset about ignorant comments on instagram. I noticed that I didn’t like feeling frustrated with Black people’s overall lack of focus, which became increasingly evident to me while we were mourning George Floyd’s death. I thought about how manipulative the news was being when it came to Covid-19, how we were all wrapped up in fear and anxiety. I hated fucking being suspicious all of the time and believing everything was a goddamn conspiracy. I began to wonder, what if everything we’ve ever been taught to believe was wrong? What if by plugging into experiences and narratives we’ve always read about and heard about I was forcing myself into a system of carrying out life that was limiting my true potential?
This true potential I knew I always had was the true me, and to get to the true me, I had to abandon the world’s nonsense. 
I was raised to seek knowledge, and to my mother’s horror, I took that seriously. It may not have been the things that she wanted me to find, but whatever I wanted to know, I went and looked for it. I think I was trained to not be ignorant, and to almost judge those who were. If they weren’t that well read on Black history or taking the “right” side of social/racial issues, I felt like they belonged to the throw-away pile. 
In 2021, though, I decided that maybe I’m ok with being ignorant. The only knowledge that is really needed in life is essential, fulfilling knowledge. Perhaps, just like you should always seek joy to keep your mind clear, consuming whatever makes you feel balanced should be a priority.