As the muggy summer nights shift to the crisp autumn days, my soul is soothed, calmed by the revitalizing effects of the piercing winds. Countless times I’ve walked through this square, mostly recounting my life in kaleidoscopic streams of consciousness. Dreaming of who I was, striving for forgiveness.
Solemness creeps in. It comes when we least expect it and we are tested with our ability to embrace loneliness. Confront the pain head on, become at one with the darkness, personify and convince the pessimism. Reconvert into light.
As a young child captivated by the power of light, Edison’s words always resonated with me. It is peculiar how the precocious tend to be the ones that lose touch with their fervent cognition. It is with most irony that childish curiosities are what spawn absolute brilliance, according to the anonymous.
But what I do know is this. Perspiration procures the propensity for serendipity. The truly inspired, the humble student of the infinite universe, the mentor that accepts apprenticeships with the sole prerequisite for the allure and lust for knowledge, the relationships guided only by love and cherish of life and everything that it stands for.
As a burden to this world. As one that wishes to repent for the countless treasures uprooted. For the inability to thwart greed, and for giving in to weakness.
I ask myself, and I ask you - How will you be a genius for the world today?