Blissfully unaware...

Does that bespectacled man know what awaits me around the corner?

Can he predict the ups and downs that await my every living moment?

How to circumvent them, so I may retain my pretty smile forever?

Or does he believe I am fated to doom, to tragedy and sadness for the remaining years of my life?

Can they really see all that and more?

I wonder, after all I was to have died before celebrating my 7th birthday and here I am having spent one score years more, wondering why he died instead of me.

So what makes these mortals see beyond the human realm?

Why is it that providence is willing to let them into secrets they have guarded so zealously all these years?

What do they hope to achieve by warning those mere mortals or scaring them to a speedier death?

Is it because these men and women, either by rolling shells or looking at our palms or by watching a parrot jump across the space can somehow fathom what that man upstairs had in mind for humankind?

What gives them the edge to know those other worldly secrets?

And if it is as divine and blessed as they claim it is then why are they dying to encash it so?

Curiosity will soon get the better of me and I might be more than tempted to attempt a sitting with one of these “learned men”.

But what can they tell me I don’t know already?

Or is it that he merely wants to warn me away from the many more lurking dangers?

What if he fails miserably yet again?

Then who is responsible for that shoddy knowledge or incomplete reading?

God, him or me?

I am curious. Yet something in me resists. What if he is right and I know my day of departure?

Would life be worth living then?

Guess not.

Ignorance is indeed bliss.