Being gifted is never about achievement. That is the bait.
The real story is about misrecognition, from the very start.
Others see defiance where there is discernment. Fragility where there is depth. Arrogance where there is clarity.
So you learn to edit yourself. Not for polish, but as a survival strategy.
You’re trimming your sentences. Mute your mind, and bite your tongue.
And only, because brilliance, in the wrong room, sounds like a threat.
Over time, something eerie start to settle in:
You begin to feel foreign in your own language. Too fluent in your internal dynamics, yet too illegible to the external ones.
You’re being told that you’re “too much,” but no one ever asks: Too much for what? Or for who?
The pain isn’t in being different. But rather in being invisible because you’re different. It’s in being expected to translate what no one else is willing to learn.
So here’s the uncomfortable truth:
You’re not confused. You’re just fluent in a dialect that the majority of people don’t understand.
You’re not arrogant. You’re just tired of pretending you don’t see what you are truly seeing.
You’re not broken. You’re just misfiled in a system built for noise, not nuance.
And the worst part of all of this is that you start to doubt your own clarity.
Not because it’s wrong, but because it’s never truly reflected back at you.
Let me be this mirror for you. Let this be your wake-up call:
Stop waiting for reflection. Start trusting resonance.
Your internal compass was never meant to be crowd-sourced.
Some maps are simply not made for you.
All you got to do is walk anyway.
— Wout
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