Knowing is all the rage, isn’t it?
If you know things, you’re a star. Intelligent. Clever. Astute. Able. No one doubts your abilities when you’re ‘in the know.’
But what about not knowing?
There’s no kicky idiom for not knowing. To be ‘in the not-know.’ Uh-uh. That doesn’t work.
Not knowing gets a bad rap.
But I love not knowing. I wrote an ode to not knowing:
“Whatever happened to that little one
That used to live in me?
The one with rose-colored glasses,
And giggles, so carefree?
The one mere toys could fascinate,
Not knowing or caring what lay ahead,
So trusting it would be pleasant.”
For example, not knowing anyone in the whole country…
What kind of people will I meet? What language will they speak? Will I be able to learn it quickly? How will we understand each other until I do?
Not knowing what the food will taste like…
Will it be yummy, or will I be smiling and gritting my teeth to keep from hurling?
Not knowing where I am, where I’m going, where I’ll end up, or how I’ll get there…
By cattle truck?
Or bicycle through mud?
On the back of a donkey?
Or in an oxen cart?
Will I have to ride in the back of the bus?
Or maybe in a cool time machine?
Maybe I’ll just have to walk. For hours…even days.
Yeah, there’s a ton of not knowing to be had in the world. I think everyone should get out there and get some before it’s all know-ed up!
But since starting school and a blog, not knowing has been alluding me. I have to know things now: class, lecture, and blog posting schedules, exam dates and when assignments are due. There’s a lot of who, where, when, how and why in the academic life. I have to actually plan things out which, for a gypsy, is like drinking water from a sieve!
How I miss waking up and not knowing what day it is because there’s no calendar. I miss not caring what time it is because there are no clocks. I miss eating only when I’m truly hungry, smiling only when I truly mean it, being around people who get not knowing… and truly embrace it.
There’s something to be said for not knowing.
Something primordially oozy that I can’t live without…
Are you a knower? A not knower?
A bit of both?
What’s your take on not knowing?