You are born ignorant, immobile and speechless.
But then, somewhere along the way, you start talking and you start moving. You even acquire a three-digit-intelligence-quotient. People applaud every sound that comes out of your pretty little mouth. They clap for every move you make and they clap for every step up you take on the social ladder. And if you're lucky, you might even get that occasional standing ovation to get you through the day.
These people, they think that intelligence is bliss, that by knowing the earth-revolves-around-the-sun theory gives you a good reason to wake up in the morning. What they fail to understand is that sometimes you are better off not knowing. Because they don't know that the rabbit they had last Sunday for dinner used to eat his own feaces (but you do), and they don't know that their love crush is just a hormonal glitch (but you do), and they don't know that all you know is that they know nothing (courtesy of Socrates .. but you still do). With an overflowing brain, you knew, you know and you will keep on knowing, because whether you like it or not, that is exactly what you signed up for in the first place.
Yes, you are born ignorant, immobile and speechless. Twenty years later, you talk, you move and you are no longer ignorant. Whilst thankful for the first two sets of commands, you cannot help but wonder that maybe the ignorance you were born with twenty years ago was sheer bliss. Maybe not knowing is better, easier, simpler. Maybe. Or maybe not.