This is the One Who Knows it All

When I was 10 years old, I thought my Dad knew everything.

When I was 20, I was pretty sure I knew everything.

When I was 30, I believed a fast-talking friend of mine knew everything.

When I was 40, I thought the woman I married knew everything.

When I was 50, I thought some guy who wrote a book about living knew everything.

When I was 60, I came to believe my kids knew everything.

And now that I am 70, I have finally discovered who it is that knows everything.

That person is Nobody.

Nobody knows everything and knows it very well.

I am sure this will come as a surprise to all of you and if you wonder how I figured this out, check back to what I believed when I was 20.

©2021 Jim Hagarty

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.