Your Intelligence Rebellions Against Convictions
A poem to acknowledge your inner rebellion
Intelligent people can’t just swallow
I mean, someone else’s opinion,
and safely follow or imitate it
in order to declare them as a good boy.
If they try, they get inflicted with pain
and is forced to look within.
And so they risk and think.
Going against their comfort in impatience and inner laziness.
Path of tolerating presence is full of doubts, confusions, conflicts, and also curiosity, insights and creativity — not a place for any confident settling.
Nothing to prove or convince others that you are right.
Not even to yourself because that’s a lazy excuse to not exercise thinking.
But the majority just settle for a formula
— a happy success formula
To hell with intelligence.
To hell with inner rebellion.
I know the “how-to-s” to suppress them.
I got daddy figure aka improvement guru
who had thought a bit or two
and read something and settled comfortably
to provide me with tricks to do — do the thing.
So he could pay his taxes.
And even take great pride in it.
Ability to hide ones own bullshit detector is celebrated.
Anyone can mimick or fake a confident or authoritarian style
in their writing or speaking.
That does not mean anything.
In fact, it means they care to pretend so as to influence.
Anyone who feeds you “do the thing”
is seeing you as an inferior and unintelligent person
who is better off by mimicking him — comfortably yours carbon copy —
but never quite as good as him
and thereby his narcissistic cravings can be fulfilled.
If my intelligence cannot make sense of the ‘why’
in a deeper and meaningful sense
before I eagerly swallow the ‘how’
— be it habits, discipline, routine, or anything —
then I am only bullshitting with myself
and possibly everyone else around.
Bertrand Russell writes that the painful thing “about our time is that those who feel certainty are stupid, and those with any imagination and understanding are filled with doubt and indecision. — Rollo May, Man’s Search for Himself