Intellectual Apathy

This is about how I sometimes feel as if my constant desire to learn more is futile. I'm no genius, but I feel that my intellect is squandered by being surrounded by people who don't care about ideas

"How's the weather up there?" You asked my psyche.
"Fair, but unjust." I replied. It was a short, yet pleasant conversation. It is moments like those which distract me from the painful yoke fastened around my head.

Nowadays my thoughts meander between esoteric topics. I leave small matters to small people, and busy myself with those questions always held in high regard.

For instance, is God real? If so, why do I feel, every day, so forsaken?

But, over time, those questions smell more and more of futility.

You know, dear reader, I once had a dream as many young men do. That dream was to combat ignorance. I would speak about heavy matters, like abortion or the afterlife, in hopes my wisdom could do some good in the ears of those who knew no better. Eventually my naivety eroded, and I realized that my speaking of wisdom had been inferred as the pontificating of dogma.

I once held the belief that those minds filled with darkness could be opened up, and have light shed upon them. Silly me.

Nowadays I just stand, staring out at the sea, wondering if my quest toward enlightenment has been a waste of time.

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[lesla]

It's a bit wordy, and i think as such, esoteric. For example, the line "For instance, is God real? If so, why do I feel, every day, so forsaken?". You could scale that back to something more real, like "Is God real? If so why do I feel so foresaken?". I like the content, I just think you could tighten up the form alot and clear out the unecessary verbage.

[Erudite]

I see. Thanks for the feedback! I'll have to clean it up and update it :)

[lesla]

I look forward to it, I really liked the essence.