Reminiscing on this moment in one year’s time, will I gaze upon the thoughts of a fool like so many times before?
We begin life confidently, yet mistaken, about everything of worth. With each year more knowledge is gained. We build on this, always absorbing, analyzing, and storing. As it increases we start to feel in control – of the direction of our thoughts, perhaps. Initially we are blind to the developing pattern. The pattern that aides in intellectual growth, but eventually illustrates our ignorance. We begin recalling past mistakes and we start to understand why they were made. “It is best,” we say, “to accept these mistakes and learn from them.” This internal discussion is repeated numerous times.
Unaware of our youthfulness, we presume all others operate similarly. With this, the annals of one’s ignorance cunningly develops. One learns a little more, and in parallel, one discovers how little one knows – how Socratic of us! In reality, it’s the fool that doesn’t reflect on such things, but such a realization changes very little; for the process blithely repeats itself unhindered. And if we are destined to ridicule our past thoughts, what lends credibility to those of the present?