Knowledge

When is ignorance bliss and when is it not? Who decides whether one should be told something? Don't we all deserve the truth? Or do the people who believe they know the truth, know it to start with?

"I wish I hadn't known many things in my life. The same way I wish I knew more about other things. People have told me a lot of facts that I immediately believed, but kept others a secret. I wish I could use my own criteria to decide these things on my own. But then again, what's stopping me from doing just that?"

He was, whether I liked it or not, the one who stopped me. He, and only he, made me think from a different perspective.

And he was in fact, my own little piece of Heaven.