ignorance is bliss

Are you content with your ignorance?

I am in a constant state of questioning my being, and I do not know if that makes me crazy or a philosophical thinker? Maybe these terms are not mutually exclusive. There is a nagging emotion that shadows all that I do. It’s a deep feeling of being lost and never really understood. I look for meaning in everything and everyone, and almost feel ridiculed by others for doing so. Why should these thoughts be capped by the small minds that refuse to ponder on such large questions?

I am trying to learn to appreciate this feeling of “lost” as an opportunity to grow, not as something to be maintained or solved.