People say that ignorance is bliss; some argue that what you don't know can't hurt you… but is this really the case? What happens when you do find out the truth, does the bliss remain, or does it melt away into a vague memory to be replaced by something quite the opposite?
As an example, a friend of mine was involved in a relationship where all her friends could see that her boyfriend was cheating on her; yet she refused to believe it. Inside she knew what he was doing, though she was happy living the illusion.
Seeing this made me wonder: How often do we pretend to be ignorant to avoid facing up to the consequences that go hand in hand with reality?
Pursuing truth carries the risk that revelations will not be pleasant, which seems to be the case here. There is no joy in finding out that someone you love has gone and broken the trust that you thought you shared with them