confessions

Some days, I feel like I’m barely keeping up with average intelligence. Other days, I think I’m right in the middle. Rarely, I have flashes of brilliance. Never do I feel truly intelligent.

And yet, I look around, and the sheer volume of loud, obvious unintelligence is staggering.

Makes you wonder.

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I get what you mean. Intelligence feels like such a fluid thing one day, you're sharp and insightful, the next, you're questioning if you even have a functioning brain. But the real kicker? 
So many people walk around with absolute certainty in their opinions, no matter how misguided. 
Maybe true intelligence isn’t about feeling smart all the time, but about recognizing your own limitations while others remain blissfully unaware of theirs.

It’s more of a mental thing, if I feel good I can do “all” things also when under stress; it’s a confusing two way street up there.

in what of these moments you feel more *you*?

Is it weird that I feel like alot of times as well