ignorance vs understanding

Some might say, ignorance is bliss.
Or some might say, understanding would be a far better thing.

What do you say?

I always thought that to understand something was far easier to deal with than to not know and ignore. Lately, I'm thinking that my logic is a little far off.

Because I understand, I have a much deeper knowledge of what is going on. Because I understand, it makes it even harder to accept. Because I understand, I find myself wondering why things aren't done this way or that. In other words, analysing. Because I understand, I find myself in a deeper abyss. Because I understand, I am sensitive. I feel certain things that ignorance wouldn't bring about.

Because I understand, it's painful.

What can I say? Friends don't come and go this way. But when one starts to handle things this way, I cannot help but wonder if this concept called friendship was something that was there from the very beginning, or was it never there. Sometimes, I start to wonder if I was taken for granted. If it had all been a farce.

Maybe, if I didn't know, and I didn't understand, it would be much better.

After all, ignorance is bliss. If I didn't know, I wouldn't understand, wouldn't assume, wouldn't guess. I wouldn't be thinking of doing what's right.

But I do know this one thing.
Do unto people what you want to be done unto yourself.

And when all of this is over, what would be left behind?
Nothing but your sad and sorry self.
Nothing but regrets.

Losing a friend is hard, but it also helps me see that whatever I have now is all the more precious and cherished. All the more worthwhile to be loved, to be treasured.

The girls, these friends, my love.

And when the one that has left looks behind, what will remain is dust. Debris. Nothing worth remembering, nothing worth treasuring. No one.

Then, it would just be regrets and more regrets. The regret of leaving and not salvaging. The regret of walking away childishly. Like what a kid would do.

I have nothing further to say.