The unIntelligent in Paris

 Writing is supposed to be about intelligence...right...

Wrong.

My whole life I have never been the smartest in my class.
The school teachers say, "You'll never make it, you don't have what it takes, " or my favorite..   

"You're different."

It creates a ripple effect to the point when I believe the words spilling from their mouths.
Through school aren't we supposed to learn to be smart, to have that intelligence everyone craves?
I want to learn to be confident sophisticated, to learn to not ask Siri how to spell sophisticated.
I sit and ask myself...isn't that what I want to be?

No.

There is such an expectation of this thing we call intelligence.
But its not real.

Is it?

You see I want to be a friend, a motivator, a helper, a giver, a loving human being.
I want to walk into a room and have peoples day light up.
I want people to be uplifted when I am there and miss me when I am not.

Isn't that what we all should want?

I want to make people laugh, and love their lives.
I want to keep them happy and love who they are.

But to the real world that is unacceptable.

Why?

Why can't it be acceptable?

Because we are afraid of being what we truly want to be.
I am afraid of being what I truly want to be.

Because to me and everyone else deep down,
The love..
The light..
The happiness..
The laughter..

That is our Paris.