The Burden of Knowing Too Much

There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much. It’s not the sadness of ignorance or loss—it’s the quiet weight of seeing things as they truly are.

دے کوئی طبیب آ کے ، ہمیں ایسی دوا بھی
‏لذت بھی رہے درد کی ، مل جائے شفا بھی _!

‏اک ادا سے دل چھلنی ، اک ادا تسلی کی
‏یارِ من ستمگر بھی ، یارِ من مسیحا بھی _!

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I have spent my life dissecting, analyzing, and deconstructing reality at multiple levels. It started with my foundation in Electronics Engineering, where I didn’t just stop at circuits; I went deeper—to binary codes, to transistors, to PN junctions, and to the very flow of electrons.

Then came my passion for Philosophy of History—a virus I caught in 2004 after attending a lecture by Dr. Israr Ahmed. I became obsessed with asking: Why do things happen? What forces shape our world? Digging beyond the surface, I learned that history is not just dates and events but layers of cause and effect hidden beneath the noise.

Through my professional journey, I was trained in Information Analysis—learning to complete the picture with asymmetric and symmetric data, connecting dots that others often overlook. MBA honed my foresight, planning, strategy, and execution skills, and life itself embedded in me a DNA of never giving up.

These five things have become my superpowers:

Digging Deep – Refusing to accept the surface-level truth.

First Principles Thinking – Breaking things down to their most fundamental truths.

Innovation – Seeing possibilities where others see dead ends.

Foresight & Strategy – Understanding patterns before they unfold.

Relentless Persistence – The sheer refusal to quit.

But with every strength comes a shadow. This ability to analyze, dissect, and see beyond the layers means that illusions don’t last long. People, organizations, and even entire power structures often camouflage themselves under layers of white lies and false narratives. When passed through this model of deep scrutiny, they stand exposed—naked, hollow, and far from the image they project.

That’s where the pain begins. The heroes you once admired turn out to be Naked Emperors—their grandeur dissolving into a disappointing reality. The institutions you trusted? Often built on fragile foundations. The leaders you followed? Sometimes nothing more than actors in well-scripted illusions.

And with that realization comes the true burden of knowing too much.

It is the sadness of understanding that life is not the grand adventure we imagined, but a collection of small, often insignificant moments. That love, so glorified, is not a fairy tale but a fragile, fleeting connection. That happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, momentary glimpse—something we grasp at but never fully hold onto.

And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness—a sense of being cut off from the world, from people, even from oneself. Because once you see the patterns, you can’t unsee them. Once you connect the dots, you can’t ignore the picture.

But here’s the paradox: Knowing too much is painful, but ignorance is not an option.

So, we carry on. We embrace the sadness, we refine our vision, and we continue to dig deep—not because it’s easy, but because truth, no matter how heavy, is still the only path worth walking.

‏میرے مسلک میں نہیں پیروی خلق عزیر...
مجھ پہ جچتی نہیں وہ بات جو سب کرتے ہیں...💙

دیے جلائیں گے شب بھر سحر ملے نہ ملے
کہ ہم پہ سعی ہے لازم ثمر ملے نہ ملے

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