Oblivious: is confusion a bad thing?

This morning, when I woke up, a notification from X popped up on my screen. I clicked it and read the thought it shared.

It was about the mental and emotional health of men — and what they should be aware of while being in, or preparing for, a relationship.

As I read through it, confusion started to deepen. We all read things, process them, and try to apply them practically in our day-to-day lives, hoping to find some meaning in what we do.

But that particular post was in contrast to what I had believed until now about dating and women’s psychology.

It made me wonder — and it made me confused.

Then I asked myself: Is confusion a bad thing?

Or is it something obvious — maybe even necessary?

In fact, it feels unavoidable for those who truly think.

So I kept thinking.

About the meaning of it all — the meaning of life, the meaning of thinking itself.

And eventually, I asked myself: why should I bother at all?

Why not just swipe, read another post, and repeat the process — again, and again, and again?

But as of today, I’ve concluded this:

Confusion is better than being stupidly confident.

Or maybe… it’s the other way around.

have a good day! 

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