We love answers.
We love “getting it.”
We love breakthroughs.
We love having the answers.
But don’t we also say “ignorance is bliss,” and notice that intelligent people are more likely* to be depressed?
What about when you discover that you’re the reason for all your failures as Tom Bilyeu (co-founder of Quest Nutrition) suggests? Or finding out we’re actually living in the Matrix and this is just a simulation? Jim Carry has a philosophy on life that may be accurate, but he’s clearly a sad person. What if the most accurate philosophy in life is actually one that maximizes your despair? Is there a certain point where we should stop looking for “breakthroughs”, to stop looking to understand anymore? While it may seem like there’s correlations between knowing more feeling better, maybe we shouldn’t strive for that.
Is the happiness maximizing outlook on things (eg. “Things are bad now, but there’s heaven for me after I die!”) not actually true?
Maybe I don’t want to know the answer.
*A study showed 26% of high IQ Mensa members had mood disorders (it’s ~10% for the general population). This study has some massive flaws since you could consider that Mensa members are more likely to be introspective enough to get checked out, typically have more money to see a doctor, the ‘general population’ includes the high IQ people meaning if your IQ is average/low it might even be less than 10%, etc. Flawed study or not, the conclusion is more likely true than not.