  Should I spend my life's time trying to understand that life? Or should I go out into the world and simply live life? Without understanding, though, how would I know that what I was doing was really living? How could I ever be content with myself, having fun in frivolity, yet never really knowing if I was truly living or wasting my time?
But if I work hard, study, learn, open my mind, I may understand more what it means to live here, now, as a human being, but I will not actually be doing it. So which is better? Is ignorance really bliss, or an unforeseen torture of the soul (never knowing what it is that tugs at one's inner desires)? Is knowledge worth it? Perhaps. 
