Living for the surprises.

It would be a curse. To know it all. To know everything. Even the creator himself. Would be cursed. If he knew it all. If he had all the answers. Occasionally, I meet someone. Who acts as if  he/she knows it all. I’ve tried to pretend to know it all. Playing the role. To see how it feels. And it scares the willies out of me. It’s much nicer. To remain ignorant. And not know what’s coming next. I live for the surprises. --Jim Broede