Genius

What does it take to reach greatness?

What makes a genius? I asked. Can you tell me that?
Is it a heart of fire, is it passion, is it simple glee.
or something else entirely new, something unknown to me?
Unknown to my species, to my people. That's why it's rare
and that's why it's we applaud those who stand up and dare
to make a change. To be different. To endure the glares
endure the stares
and split a few hairs
in the quest to overcome a challenge. But how? But why?
Why are some gifted with this ability to become spectacular
while the rest of us simply fall by the wayside.
Stuck in our ways, blindly following the currents of the mainstream.
Unable to strike out at that oppressive force and seems
that we will never escape it's grasp.
But then like a sack of bricks it hit me. The answer at last.
What separates a genius from the rest of lackluster men
is precisely the ability to be different, the audacity to change.
It is creativity. Wow, such a simple word for complex men.
But as the young boy once said
to his mother while lying in bed,
because atop his pillow lie his precious head
and inside that head were ideas waiting to be read.
"Mommy" He said "How I can be creative?"
"Creative people make art" said she "it comes from within the soul
it comes from the heart"
And as I pondered this conversation between my mother and a young me
I began to see that art...could be anything I believed.
It could reside in the notes of musical instrument
It could be in the paintings and photographs I see.
Art resides in numbers, in words, in scientific thought.
Art resides in fists, in feet, in the battles we have fought.
It resides in the pen, the sword, and our ever powerful voice
and a genius could tap into the power and manipulate it by choice.
They must be powerful, gods among men.
For very few have the finesse of the mind as they.
But then again, most simply don't try.
And that's the problem here isn't it. Because in their eye
a genius is untouchable, unmatched, there is no point in trying
to win. They are simply too good. No point in vying
for success when we are fated to fail.
To fall into that abyss of conformity and rot in our own boring hell.
A hell in which we don't make a difference. We don't matter right?
We're just another silly man thinking he has the right to fight
for the chance of being great.
but people don't understand that trying is taking that first step to being great.
That no genius becomes a genius without first fighting against his fate.
His normal
boring
nothing out of the ordinary fate.
Every genius was once like you and me.
A normal average Joe that doubts himself
an apple that didn't fall far from the tree.
And now, with that said, there is only one question to be had.
Will you fight to become different, or remain the same.
Become a man of superiority, or become a man of shame.
Shamed that he didn't live to his fullest in life.
Shamed that he forsook his genius nature, for ordinary strife.
There is only one question to be had.
What is your answer?

Reviews

[Lei]

Powerful message. I enjoyed your write. I feel it's written in a way that only a genius can understand it's sincerity. Oh i'm Lei btw! 😊

[caesarkreshen]

if you were a genius, you'd know.