What is talent, or intelligence?
How far do they go?
We throw around those words like we understand them, and how they work and what they do to our lives. Even, sort of unconsciously worship them. Assuming that hardcore talent and intelligence and intention restlessness is what moves us forward.
What makes an impact.
All while, all impact we make, we’ve mad, is on a small island called earth that is due to be made one with soil. Surrounded by an ocean to infinity and beyond. All of which started from nothing and to nothing they return. And the cycle repeats, and repeats, and repeats. A loophole to infinity.
Until it doesn’t. It’s like a child that plays the same weird, pointless game over and over again, until she just doesn’t anymore.
Why do children play games? And they, themselves are everyone and everything in those games, like an author who writes books and every character is basically based on himself. I guess, we all have lost something.
Ourselves.
And seems like we’re losing a bit more every day.
I guess that’s what talent is. When we have a mind that can control our DNA, that can control time, that can expand to infinity, but can’t differentiate reality from dream, doesn’t that tell you something about life.
I saw a video today. On a painter’s instagram page. He painted faces more real than my sense of vision can.You’d think, that guy, is special.
But then, came a video. Of a room with more people than I can count, all painting, in his workshop, painting faces more real than my sense of vision can. And something struck me.
People only shine, because everyone else give up their possibility to shine.
And people who shine, shine because they believed in what they were given to show the world.
It’s said over and over again, that your soul chose your body based on patterns, geometric and colorful, that would evoke a reality to let the soul experience what it came to do so. That’s where free will and dreams lie too.
If everyone shines, then we wont need to be scattered dying stars, but an explosion of a feeling way beyond words.
And it’s those who persist, and believe not with their calculating brain, but with every fiber of their being, and explore.
To become themselves, a bit more every day. Slightly lighter than yesterday.
Talent, isn’t just talent. Intelligence, isn’t just intelligence. They are only and only the trace left behind by someone who lets curiosity and agendaless bliss pour in, and pour out through their finger tips.
And the feeling is addictive. If you take full does of being yourself.
