I beg to differ. I long for the ignorance of my childhood.
Knowledge is a burden, and there's a reason why people of higher intelligence suffer emotionally. Many geniuses go insane from the amount of passion put into their creations. The(more)y do what they are the best at, and do it even when it alienates them from society.
Nicola Tesla. DaVinci. Johannes Sebastian Bach. Vincent Van Gogh.
I wonder what life is like for normal people. The high point of their day would be to eat at Taco Bell, or finding out their favorite celebrity has a sex tape out.
Instead, I try to keep my thought quiet, remain apathetic to many unanswered questions I have about life, the universe, and everything. It's easier just to be dumb. I envy the stupid.
Everything is about timing.
I could be out searching for opportunities.
I could be looking for love.
Exercising so I feel healthier and improving my body image.
Maybe finding a better job.
(more) Perhaps even creating something for myself.
I just sit here, tapping on my keyboard.
Waiting for a response from anybody to tell me what to do.
Despite resenting having people tell me what to do.
I'm really just lost, I don't know where to go.
Soon I succumb to the voices in my head,
"Give it up."
"I'm not good enough."
"Let her go, she's not worth it."
"I am always alone anyway, what's the difference?"
"You deserve to suffer, so don't get up."
"Stay and bed and sleep forever."
Sometimes I hope I don't wake up from the stupor.
When I do, I'm struck with a bit of surprise.
Somehow, the laziest creatures still find a way to survive.
The moment I open my eyes after sleeping for so long,
I wonder why I should move.
Disgusted with my slothfulness.
I feel that there is little to do, nobody to hang out with.
On a good day, I realize that I can use that idle time.
I silence those voices, and say to myself,
"This is a moment where I could be doing something for myself."
Then I write with a passion.
There is a tale a very old man stuck out on an island. He had built his house atop a hill long before the glaciers melted and filled the bay with crystalline waters. They say he was a master builder, and he was once renowned for his amazing craftsmanship.(more) He built the house that still stands there today, and even the lighthouse far down the coast was built by his two hands.
As a young man, he was very strong and overly proud. He insisted on working alone, claiming that no other could comprehend and handle the designs in his mind. For a time, he was incredibly successful and wealthy. He soon became greedy and after cashing in on his success, he purchased land and isolated himself on that hill- now an island. In his arrogance, he cast away all of his friends and family and demanded to be left alone. He would not be seen or heard from for a long time.
Many years after his isolation the aging man began to long for his family again. Sadly, he had not left his house once to look outside and to his amazement all of the valleys around his land had been filled with water. He would look to the horizon, and see land he vaguely recognized, where his hometown still is.
He wanted to return to his home, so he looked around for his supplies and gathered them together to build a bridge over the water, however on his little island he found no building material to use. Then he decided to try and take his home apart, suddenly learning how much stronger he used to be. Now couldn't even pull one nail out of the boards he lay many years ago! He is still stranded to this day. (less)