Most of the time I like to think that my experiences make me who I am, and that the knowledge I have of pain and struggle protects me from the next bad thing and gives me compassion for others. Or, in other words, I don't want to be a normie.
On the other hand, I often think that opportunity has passed me by and that all the important crossroads that could give me a better life are behind me. Or, in other words, I desperately wish I was a normie.
Is ignorance bliss? I don't know. I struggle with this.