To whom it may concern, that is, the world:465Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmoPgukwfyj
For the entirety of my life, I have been known as a genius, a smart person who knows things and does things apparently no one else in this God-forsaken world can do because no one else thinks like I do. I am so ultimately aware of the world I know exactly how the world works and what doesn't work in the world and what in the world may or may not exist. I know how mankind think, I have studied their behaviors, their thoughts, their feelings, their reactions. I know why the world turns and why people but a gun to their own head and why money is important and why people like me are necessary for progression.
That is what they say, and I am by no means denying such statements.
However, I do not like them.
I do not like being a genius, or more specifically, being so aware of the world because there is always something no one in the entirety of the galaxy can fully understand. I have tried to find answers to unasked questions, and so have many before me, and so will many after me. Such an act, however, is impossible, as I have come to the firm conclusion that you cannot answer something if you know not the question.
It's painful alone, but the pain increases when you realize you do know much of the world, why it is such a conflicting case of good and bad and knowing they are both, in essence, equal. there is pain when a young child asks you the most sincere and innocent question but you cannot bring yourself to answer because you don't want to shatter good dreams and brilliant hopes.
I do not enjoy being a "genius". I do not enjoy the fact people look to me when they are confused. I do not like the fact that I know all the bad things just as much as the good.
I would rather be an ignorant, spineless, worthless fool. They know nothing, and they are the happiest people in the universe.
Sincerely,
The Genius
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