Just some more of my nonsense part 1

Meh, don't feel like telling a story, but I'd love to ask some questions and hope for answers.

Though mentioned how being incredibly smart may result in making it harder to find questions than answers, it's not entirely true. An incredibly smart person is an incredibly curious person, if you have no questions, you're in a terrible mental state, an incurious one. In such a state, even if you had all the answers in the world, you wouldn't know which question they belong to, making them utterly useless.

What happened to our curiosity? Why that as children we never stopped questioning the world? Why did the world resent us for it and decided to drown us in answers we didn't ask for? When we were forced to learn, we lost our drive to learn on our own, like a person who is carried, we slowly lose oir ability to walk on our own. We resent the freedom that comes with running and going our own way.

I see a lot of stories about talent systems and unlimited talent, but what is talent? Why are some people able to learn so quickly and excel in everything or certain things they do? I don't think it's something they're born with, but rather something they kept and nourished since birth: Curiosity and the will to learn.

There's a pure joy in learning on your own, something that I didn't know until I was no longer forced to learn, and even then, after many years of recovery.

It's not surprising how many people going through education suffer from depression, the joy of learning was taken from them, one of the most horrible acts committed; to steal someone's joy. Still, it's not something that can't be fixed, it only requires to remove the overload of information, but in this era of information and entertainment addiction, tgis is the greatest challenge. Boredom, portrayed as the enemy as if it was equal to death, fearing to remain alone with your thoughts, we bring upon ourselves our own sadness. When there is no boredom, there is no vividness, all seems bland, including things we love, we feal disinterest and apathy due to overstimulation, we're left feeling burned out.

In a world of knowledge

We find ourselves hanging off the ledge.

In this world, curiosity is our advantage

And so we live on the edge.

And... Cringe.

Haha...

But why? Why has poetry and trying to express yourself through words become something cringe-worthy? When did this change happen? And why? Who decided we should all act "cool" and nonchalant like a bunch of fools? We live in a world where singing aloud would get you mocked, maybe you're not great, but you're learning, it's better than staying silent.

You should not be embarrassed to express your freedom, of course, it shouldn't encroach on other's freedoms, but otherwise, why we anxious? Will we go to cringe prison if someone were to have written a poorly made poem? Can you do better? And if I gladly mock your attemps then we'll all stay silent, afraid to speak. What a horrible world we have built for ourselves, ashamed to speak, a different for of oppression of free speech, not forced, but somehow enforced by everyone.

A time of great silence

No longer any tunes of distant sirens

No lull. No ache, just a dull numbness every moment we're awake.

If you bothered to read till here, toss a poem into the comments, what's the worst that could happen? You find out who doesn't have a voice and wishes to silence others? Are such people worth knowing? If a voice doesn't speak beautifully, it lacks the wisdom of beauty.

Speaking of wisdom, have you ever noticed it? There's many things that are beautiful but impractical or practical but not beautiful. I fimd both of these lacking wisdom. If I was to judge anything as wise, I would require it to fulfill both criteria, perfection in function and form.

Nature and all of creation is a prime example of such wisdom, like the shape honey combs, perfect in function and beauty.

In martial arts, we claim k7ng fu is flashy bu ineffective, true for what we have experienced for it is beautiful but impractical, not because it is so, but because it was thought to be so and thus learned so.

If you were to take the most practical martial arts in the world, the would still be imperfect, because they would lack that wisdom that would make them perfectly practical and perfectly beautiful, a force of nature.

Likely that was the intention of those who founded ancient kung fu, unfortunately, those who followed misunderstood their intentions and learned something entirely different.

In the rivers I see beauty

Not only with my eyes,

But with an inquisitive mind.

To walk with her and to live by her law,

Would I ever not find myself in awe.