The more or less?

There is a saying; ‘Ignorance is a bliss’.
Personally more likely a safeguard.
The more or less I know myself the more or less I tolerate.
The more or less I feel the more or less I open up.
The more or less I accept the more or less I love myself.
The more or less I experience the more or less I understand.
The more or less I forgive the more or less I let go.
The more or less I learn the more or less I know.
The more or less I fear the more or less I grow.
As a coat I embrace to  mislead myself.
Knowing, feeling and doing are non-aligned.
It’s all perspective so just laugh more on the ferris wheel of life.

18-03-2016
_Driandayaba_

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