My Wish

Genius is by genes, and genius is also by they way one grew up. Genius is a quality of mind both derived by genes and also circumstances. Genius is not only about darn good in maths, or physics, or arts, or other fields and disciplines. Genius is about ability of oneself to define his or her own field of excellence. Manifestation of the field of excellence is often visible or sense-able even when one is still small or extremely young. However, everyone have the tendency to become normal (with exceptional ability in some areas), thus genius at the beginning may end up normal at the end.

Genius is not about ace-ing an exam, even though there is some significant correlation between genius and ace-ing an exam. However, the are higher correlation between genius and mental disturbance, or some kind of handicap (by mean of social).  It is this 'difference' from normal human that drive normal human to push genius to become normal. Often parents, brothers and sisters, and relatives are the one number one enemies of the genius.

The number one problem with genius is Hunger. Extreme hunger for information. They want information, not knowledge. And one advantage that genius had over normal people is the ability to connect every dot and ends of every information they had into one piece of knowledge without intervention from anybody. It is this ability that no one are able to measure with respect to age. Genius have this quality from the beginning.

Well, I wish my dad was Michio Kaku, and my gradpa was Albert Einstein; I wish my mom was Marie Curie.  I wish that one of my ancestor was Fermat, and Leibniz, and I am relative to Galileo. And how I wish that Leonardo DaVinci is my granpa in my mom's side. I am sure life will be much different.

Instead, I was brought up in an environment where there is constant struggle to live. There is no space to become different. No sign of genius ever known in that environment. Being different is wrong. I used to get angry when I think back those days.


But now I understand, that those days are not the time to be different. Nobody give a damn anyhow. I though to my self, while one is still living, it will never too late to be different.