I'm 38 now, and the concept of geniuses dying in their mid twenties blows my mind. Hendrix was 27. Biggie was 24. Basquiat was 27.
How were they so good, so young? And then, like that, gone.
I'm thankful for the geniuses, but I'm also kinda thankful I'm not a genius. I wouldn't have had the maturity to handle fame. I don't know if I do now!
Also, I'm pretty sure being a genius doesn't lead to happiness.
@acjay
There's a saying that relates a person's life to a candle. In such cases as you indicated, they were bright flames that burnt too quickly.
@lucifargundam Yeah, I sometimes hate on aphorisms. But I think there's something to the dangers of youth+genius. I guess the problem with aphorisms is that even if they're right, they don't show their work.
Aphorisms are just paraphrasing a long, elaborate series of required factors to occur within a function in order to produce a comparatively simplified equation.
Each individual that has fallen under the previously mentioned group had been subjected to similar circumstances in comparison to to their contemporaries that actually walked entirely different paths. By delving deep into each individuals personal life and trying to hypothesize missing personal information, one can start to draw similarities between them with little creative work.
Slightly tangent here, how familiar are you to burnout and gaslighting? Looking back at (geniuses, savants, etc.), it's often speculated that a significant amount of burden occurs privately without exterior notice, only to increase exponentially as such individuals become more prominent.
@lucifargundam When I was younger, I often felt that achieving all my dreams could be quite depressing. Trevor Noah actually said as much in an interview. There's nowhere to hide from your existential angst when you can't pin it to something you lack.
