In HS Philosophy our teacher had posed a question: is it better to be a fool satisfied or Socrates dissatisfied?
[I looked this up online just now and apparently Mill had said that "it is better to be a human being dissatisfied than a pig satisfied; better to be Socrates dissatisfied than a fool satisfied".]
At the time, I analysed it, I figured Socrates is better off, because I valued my intellect.
After some time, [of I suppose an amount of getting over the most oppressive of the realities of the world]
I came to think that the fool had it best, that ignorance is bliss.
I might assert that ignorance is indeed bliss. But I do not think that it is the best path. After some time I came to think about the nature of dissatisfaction. I came to reason that there should be things that I can change, or things I can make.
I thought that if I didn't like enough of the creations that I knew for,
I should try making my own.
I guess I had always considered remixes of songs that I only like bits of.
I read a lot but I don't often think of writing my own stories, just making concepts for them.