Blog 1: I do not know

Sitting in a cafe makes me realize that a lot of the time you do not know anything at all. I am sitting in a cafe trying to study for my finals, yet I do not know anything at all. Not because I don't understand what is in my notebook, I could recite all my notes with my eyes closed, but because when I lift up my head and smell the sweet scent of freshly baked cookies: I do not know. I ignore what goes through everybody's head. Are the guys dressed in biking gear thinking about what music is playing or are they thinking about their next golf match? I also ignore what music is actually playing since I have my headphones in. The plant in the corner, is it naturally from America or is it actually from Africa or maybe Australia?

So much is happening and I am so busy focusing on my life and my head that I ignore the little details. I want to know where they get their coffee beans from but I do not actually care since I am drinking lemonade right now. It's sweet yet bitter just like me. I want to know everything, not because I am curious or I care but because knowledge would mean I could be something, someone.

If you only know what you are taught, do you really know anything real? And if you do not know anything real, are you really that interesting? Am I that interesting?

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