“The Value Of Feeling Tiny”
I’m not that smart of a person, and I will readily admit that. I am often told otherwise, but in my own head, I’m still the same 13-year-old struggling to sound smart that I was when I was actually 13 years old. What I know now that I didn’t know back then is that there is value in being small and suffering under the weight of hopeless repose. There is beautiful sadness built into the realization that you don’t know crap and everybody else around you is kicking your ass at everything you think you’re great at.
When you’re constantly knocked down from your pedestal of knowingness, you grow thick skin and leathery elbows. Being smart and confident breeds precarious minds, where being humble and inferior builds stronger minds. What good is being a smart guy when, at the first sign of resistance, you throw your arms up in protest and shout at the darkness?
So, I encourage everyone to put yourselves in a position to get slapped down. You would be surprised at how good it feels when you’re not expected to be the smartest one in the room!
