Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.
– 1 Corinthians 13 v 8 (NIV)
I’d rather be empty of certain knowledge
than a proud and friendless connoisseur.
Because I used to be the latter,
and filling the void with stuff
only expanded the cavity.
I would cram myself with media
Gorge on TV, drink in the radio
and drain the local library weekly
Trying desperately to hoover up
all I could about life and my fellow man
to the detriment of my social skills
when I should just have studied them
out in their natural habitat
as a participant observer.
I know that this is a false dichotomy
And trust me that I still love to study
But to put my identity in what I consume
Is an attempt I completely reject.
I freely admit
I know less now
Try to own less now
and believe fewer things for certain,
Letting my learning flow like water,
but I fear no FOMO
and am 100 times happier
because I know love
which we all need like oxygen.
When all else passes away
still I will be able to say
I lived a full life
and I think when push comes to shove
people are more important than things
Plus what is more
I’d rather have loved and missed out
than never have opened my heart.